Come for the lectures he gives every so often. Twenty nugs all lined up neatly so Yngvi can just spout off until one rolls over into another then they fall like dominoes, content to lie there. Truffles headbutts into the hand.

He's going to get one of those weird ones from the Emerald Graves or something. Teach this lot some manners maybe.

Yngvi's quiet for half a second, then he nods. "I can swallow a tankard easy, don't teach them that in Orzammar." Too posh or you need to sell your tankards obviously but he'll take you up on a pint even if he'll just probably try to sit a nug in the empty tankard after like an arsehole.

"Nugs got their own king, didn't you know that? Deep dark rumour that one to keep under your-- could you wear a hat?" This is of the utmost importance to him.