It's all a delicate balance. Meaning how much can he blatantly get away with because the more you lie loudly to a person's face with confidence, without ever batting an eye, the more likely they are to stop and wonder. Then you take that second to rob them blind. Lessons you learn young in the Carta. Watching the dog behaving around the nugs because they got named after food for a reason, he manages a compliment.
"Good lad." Look at that, his voice didn't even crack or anything, first time saying it since saying bye to Asher's boy for the last time.
"They'd say we don't have a culture, unless it's stabbing which is a culture really because it's got meanings but that's not for the likes of you lot who aren't a part of it." Unless the knife ends up in you. Around you. Waved near you. Even then it depends on intention so again, up to the dwarf honestly if you're actually involved at that point. "Humans are humans, they care about elf stuff because elves are up here with them all the time and there's lots of history with them being shits to the elves, and the Dalish being shits to the city elves. And then there's mages. It's a whole thing." Yngvi shrugs as he rattles it off, listing the things on fingers that look like he's been attacked by a wild animal but it's the cost of doing business when you're an artificer trying out new trap components.
Staring again through his dirty hair that last saw a comb that got 'lost' in it (the comb is silver, he's saving it for a rainy day so he tells the lord that comes looking for it every so often) he makes a face. Who is this man. Is it a man? Who knows what a rifter actually is after all, there are rumours, there are people that refute the rumours, there are then rumours that refute the refuters and on and on it goes.
"You're an odd duck, as one of my six fathers would say." All dwarves have six fathers at the very least, basic dwarfing he is a dwarf, he absolutely vouches for this it's a complex system. "What do you do. Because you can't be a businessman spouting that or you'd be bloody destitute rattling a cup in your hand."
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"Good lad." Look at that, his voice didn't even crack or anything, first time saying it since saying bye to Asher's boy for the last time.
"They'd say we don't have a culture, unless it's stabbing which is a culture really because it's got meanings but that's not for the likes of you lot who aren't a part of it." Unless the knife ends up in you. Around you. Waved near you. Even then it depends on intention so again, up to the dwarf honestly if you're actually involved at that point. "Humans are humans, they care about elf stuff because elves are up here with them all the time and there's lots of history with them being shits to the elves, and the Dalish being shits to the city elves. And then there's mages. It's a whole thing." Yngvi shrugs as he rattles it off, listing the things on fingers that look like he's been attacked by a wild animal but it's the cost of doing business when you're an artificer trying out new trap components.
Staring again through his dirty hair that last saw a comb that got 'lost' in it (the comb is silver, he's saving it for a rainy day so he tells the lord that comes looking for it every so often) he makes a face. Who is this man. Is it a man? Who knows what a rifter actually is after all, there are rumours, there are people that refute the rumours, there are then rumours that refute the refuters and on and on it goes.
"You're an odd duck, as one of my six fathers would say." All dwarves have six fathers at the very least, basic dwarfing he is a dwarf, he absolutely vouches for this it's a complex system. "What do you do. Because you can't be a businessman spouting that or you'd be bloody destitute rattling a cup in your hand."