Despite having an acute sense of smell that made him a formidable craftsman of incense, the Medicine Seller seemed perfectly capable of tolerating Oghren's unique fragrance that he believed to be a mix of moldering damp privvy rug and fermented soybeans.
The Medicine Seller did not respect many things. But he could respect a master of a craft.
And Oghren seemed to be a master of pure, unhinged bullshit.
Truly there were tall tales, but this - this was a skyscraper. When had the Darkspawn in drag factor in? He wasn't sure, but now there was a Darkspawn in drag. Who was the Nug King? No one knows but he was apparently responsible for a great many atrocities. And what on earth were schleets?
It was like a trainwreck. The Medicine Seller couldn't look away. So he hunkered down to hear this to the end. But apparently his presence had distracted Oghren from this wild tale.
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The Medicine Seller did not respect many things. But he could respect a master of a craft.
And Oghren seemed to be a master of pure, unhinged bullshit.
Truly there were tall tales, but this - this was a skyscraper. When had the Darkspawn in drag factor in? He wasn't sure, but now there was a Darkspawn in drag. Who was the Nug King? No one knows but he was apparently responsible for a great many atrocities. And what on earth were schleets?
It was like a trainwreck. The Medicine Seller couldn't look away. So he hunkered down to hear this to the end. But apparently his presence had distracted Oghren from this wild tale.
"No, I am just listening."