Like weeds they appear in his life, he did not saunter out of Kirkwall to set up shop again amidst more Templars yet they persisteth. This is how he'll dictate the letter of complaint to his boss, and her reply will predictably be 'tough shit, here's your pay'.
"Twenty-five years and able to string a whole sentence, not a lady to tangle with if you still want all your fingers and other bits. Oh the tales I could tell of Kirkwall, and the other ones I could sing."
By the way Yngvi singing is pretty much a goose farting in the fog so let's hope it's not going to come down to that.
Terrible isn't, the people they let in here to staff the place, someone should do something about it. Say, like a dwarf rummaging through their stuff and setting some traps. "On Chantry business. All this? Set up by the Divine? Right and Left Hands floating about somewhere? Somehow? Not entirely clear on how that works, seemed a bit grisly for the Chantry to have detached hands running about the place but sometimes they surprise you."
Only the Chantry only surprises him when it's being hypocritical but you can't just say that, especially when you're meant to be a stupid filthy dwarf best known for having too many nugs unleashed on the populace.
"I was given to understand," this is how people that talk without swearing every second word because oh how he is trying right now but they're so very close. He has to close his eyes. Compose himself. Like smug rich people do before they say very patronising things. Right before you get to feed them their teeth. "Mate," there it is, the danger zone Kirkwall Carta note, "that this Inquisition is for all. You saying I don't need space because I'm a dwarf?"
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"Twenty-five years and able to string a whole sentence, not a lady to tangle with if you still want all your fingers and other bits. Oh the tales I could tell of Kirkwall, and the other ones I could sing."
By the way Yngvi singing is pretty much a goose farting in the fog so let's hope it's not going to come down to that.
Terrible isn't, the people they let in here to staff the place, someone should do something about it. Say, like a dwarf rummaging through their stuff and setting some traps. "On Chantry business. All this? Set up by the Divine? Right and Left Hands floating about somewhere? Somehow? Not entirely clear on how that works, seemed a bit grisly for the Chantry to have detached hands running about the place but sometimes they surprise you."
Only the Chantry only surprises him when it's being hypocritical but you can't just say that, especially when you're meant to be a stupid filthy dwarf best known for having too many nugs unleashed on the populace.
"I was given to understand," this is how people that talk without swearing every second word because oh how he is trying right now but they're so very close. He has to close his eyes. Compose himself. Like smug rich people do before they say very patronising things. Right before you get to feed them their teeth. "Mate," there it is, the danger zone Kirkwall Carta note, "that this Inquisition is for all. You saying I don't need space because I'm a dwarf?"