"I mean a foul wind that doesn't come from your arse, that's what Asher is. Dark and stormy night things, come screaming through the tent threatening to take what bits of roof Skyhold's still got. That's Asher. Weird shit like that. Still think you're trying to outdo my brood, you trying to say something with that overgrown lump?"

He doesn't really understand the appeal of them if he's honest but they didn't even ride horses unless they had to in the Boneflayers so mounts aren't a part of his life.

Snorting, he shakes his head. "Thought she was a Qunari once? We have old ladies where I come from, down in the undercity and they don't whinge about the cold in their joints."