"Come round for dinner any night of the week. Or what I think is night? How does anyone tell here, this is why any dwarf that liked living down here with the blessed stone and the spangled paragons is off their tits, completely lost it." Yngvi you talk a good game when you had ten years of nothing but Darktown but there were moments of light not this. This dark that almost seems to swallow him whole sometimes because lava does not have that same warm friendly glow that a good old sunset does. "Them with the trees better bring us some more," he mutters when he watches her, chewing his lip.

Everything's running low. Why would anyone need the quantities of lumber they might need to stockpile in Orzammar when the Venatori or Red Templars could come sniffing about, might spot it being brought in. Can't hide that up your shirt since there aren't any Avvar here and Qunari folks don't wear shirts most days. And Korrin, well, he hasn't seen her in months, maybe even years.

"Have you considered a beard? I really think you could pull it off and they won't be looking for anyone that looks like you with a beard." He's joking, it's easier to joke about that than consider just how bad it is when people are being sold out so simply to folk with nothing good in mind for them.