Very softly, and with a lot of feeling does Yngvi mutter the first few words. "What the fuck?" A few extra moments are required too because who doesn't know doglords, that's just basic Thedas, up there with the first things people tend to learn along with Orlesians are the ones that like to go around with masks instead of faces. Maybe he needs to revise his whole 'what rifters know' thing though he doesn't really know that many of them. "They're Fereldans, s'what other folk call them because they're really into dogs. Disturbingly into the dogs. Whole country is just dog everything far as the eye can see, songs about dogs, carvings of dogs, stories about dogs, people fighting alongside dogs. Stinks of dogshit. When a bunch of them packed up to my city after the last Blight? Brought the dogshit with them."
The most familiar refrain in Yngvi's life: the doglords ruined Kirkwall. Because they did. Look at where the Champion was from and trace it all back.
"Don't you know anything about dwarves?" Yngvi asks, setting the lantern down so he can pick up the nugs since they'll feel more secure being held. "No one tell you how we're made? My battlemaster in my company gave it to me the first time I visited his hold, said I needed a last name reflecting where I came from, my lineage. The gutter birthed me and my brother, rest of our siblings that we ate because survival of the fittest."
Hello and welcome to the multiple choice past of Yngvi where the truth is carefully interwoven with blatant lies and some carefully chosen and artfully told truths and half-truths. A delicate act. "Dane's popular. Dane and the werewolf is one of their big tales from back in their long ago, Loghain used to be but things happen, folk aren't the hero. They got a new one with the Fifth Blight. Jonas or Cousland, heard a lot of those when folk had a new young dog loping around getting in the way."
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The most familiar refrain in Yngvi's life: the doglords ruined Kirkwall. Because they did. Look at where the Champion was from and trace it all back.
"Don't you know anything about dwarves?" Yngvi asks, setting the lantern down so he can pick up the nugs since they'll feel more secure being held. "No one tell you how we're made? My battlemaster in my company gave it to me the first time I visited his hold, said I needed a last name reflecting where I came from, my lineage. The gutter birthed me and my brother, rest of our siblings that we ate because survival of the fittest."
Hello and welcome to the multiple choice past of Yngvi where the truth is carefully interwoven with blatant lies and some carefully chosen and artfully told truths and half-truths. A delicate act. "Dane's popular. Dane and the werewolf is one of their big tales from back in their long ago, Loghain used to be but things happen, folk aren't the hero. They got a new one with the Fifth Blight. Jonas or Cousland, heard a lot of those when folk had a new young dog loping around getting in the way."