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WHO: Oghren and whoever wants to meet him
WHAT: Oghren has sloshed into Skyhold. Time for people to meet him.
WHEN: Starting on Drakonis 9 and going on after that
WHERE: Locations in Skyhold
NOTES: Oghren is a perv. And a drunk. And has a dirty mouth. That's a good start for a warning right?

Arrival - Closed to Anders and Nathaniel

He'd been on a cart the last he'd checked. Likely some merchant heading this way with some supplies. Really he hadn't paid much attention and had simply heard 'headed to Skyhold' and had hopped on. Good enough for him. He could do the whole riding with a stranger thing. Besides, he could kick their ass if he needed to.

Still, all of this had led to him being under a bush somehow. Feet sticking out, stinking up the location. Really one would think a body had just died under that bush considering how it wasn't moving. And this was what Anders and Nate got to stumble upon while they were out together doing...whatever they were doing.

Good thing that upon investigation there was suddenly a loud snore coming out of the bush. Hooray not a dead guy!

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After having gotten his bearings a bit here, namely he was now here and he'd refilled his flask, Oghren could now be seen figuring this place out. The training grounds, the Warden camp, and the tavern were his favorite places to be for various reasons. But it wasn't really hard to miss the fact that there was a new dwarf in town. Not only did he have flaming red hair but he wasn't exactly stealthy. And that was before anyone touched on that unique odor attached to him.

Yep, Oghren was here and he was determining whether or not he regretted coming to a place that didn't seem to have much excitement going on. But he supposed that since it had booze that he could get past that a bit. So one could likely find him drinking or telling tall tales or even giving his axe a swing (don't worry, he kept that to the training grounds). Whatever the case was, they were easily greeted by him suddenly letting out a loud belch then him looking over.

"Eh? You need something there?"

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"Is there enough water in Thedas for that? ...Do you think we could nudge him into the stream? I'd offer to use magic but Force isn't exactly gentle."

He has no desire to hurt Oghren. He just wants to be able to breathe without his lungs wanting to claw their way out of his chest.

"Oghren! There's a naked woman behind you!" Maybe that would wake the Dwarf up.

There was a loud snort as the dwarf suddenly sat up. He hit bush and batted it about as he looked for this supposed naked female. Which turned out to be nothing and all he was left with were these two. A good sight to be sure but not nearly so good as a naked woman would have been.

Still, it did mean something.

"Must have found Skyhold." Not that he'd known these two in particular were here. More that they were Wardens so obviously he'd found the Inquisition. Grunting, he went to get up and let out a nice bubble of gas from his ass that sounded like a trumpet going off.

"Ahhhh. I've had that one stuck for a day now." Yep, this was Oghren alright.

The speed with which Nathaniel can run backwards is a phenomenon that can only be witnessed this one time. The reason for this is that he knows what happens if you don't run from an Oghren fart. Sorry, Anders. It's every man for himself.

Anders scampers too, shooting Nate a shocked look at how fast the archer moved. He'd needed to run many times before for his freedom; Nate has no right outpacing him. And yet he had, just a little. Hadn't there been something in the vows about standing beside him through everything? If not, there should have been.

"You could have waited a little longer and gone and found people who deserved that," Anders says to Oghren. "I've a list of suggestions."

Oghren was busy getting a whiff of what he just released into the atmosphere. "Smells like I had dwarven ale. Don't remember drinking that recently. Got a good odor to it though."

Yes. He had a fine nose for farts. When one released as many as he did they would too. Back to the matter at hand though. The mage and the Howe had scattered like he'd dropped a bomb or something. Though, he supposed that wasn't too far from the truth.

"Heh. Get me that list and I'll see what I can do about it."

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