Being back in Skyhold again is strange after spending most of the winter up in the hold. Skyhold means Yngvi needs to have a routine instead of getting to be a guest, no sleeping in for hours and hours because he can, because there's a fire wherever he's chosen to sleep. Still, he can drink as much in Skyhold as he can at Honey Badger Hold so that's one good thing it has going for it at least.
The tavern is loud, louder still when the nugs follow him in, squeaking at his feet but it's common enough that no one bothers to complain unless they happen to be particularly new.
Grease is streaked up one side of Yngvi's nose tonight when he comes to peer at the table. Or rather at the occupant because he generally feels like he's allowed to stare at the world, at things and people in it. Especially big grey things like that.
"You one of the boring proper Qunari ones or one of the fun ones?" He asks because he's nosy with the manners the Stone gave a bronto. And so is the nug peering out of his pocket.
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The tavern is loud, louder still when the nugs follow him in, squeaking at his feet but it's common enough that no one bothers to complain unless they happen to be particularly new.
Grease is streaked up one side of Yngvi's nose tonight when he comes to peer at the table. Or rather at the occupant because he generally feels like he's allowed to stare at the world, at things and people in it. Especially big grey things like that.
"You one of the boring proper Qunari ones or one of the fun ones?" He asks because he's nosy with the manners the Stone gave a bronto. And so is the nug peering out of his pocket.