faderift | [Open] Drunk uncle is in town

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!

Hello Skyhold - Open to EVERYONE ELSE

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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"With the dog? Nah. You want to know what really out ranks the two of us? Cat piss. Cat piss will stink up everything and it's just about impossible to clean off of things."

He gave a curl of his lip that said he'd definitely tried one time. Anders' past cat could be thanked for that one since that obnoxious little thing had pissed all over his stuff one time. Really had bleached the color out that time, that was for sure.

Smirking, Inessa's tone is dry as she responds. "You should tell that to the alchemists; I hear they've been experimenting with new grenades." A stink bomb would be right up their alley, probably.

"There are cats enough around the camp, to warn you. Anders and Velanna have their own, to begin with. As for myself, I'm too Fereldan to stray from our 'mascot'." Garahel woofs at that, rather pleased not to share his attention with another pet.

"Velanna has one too?" Actually... "She would. Probably has a sour look to its face like she does. Doesn't know how to do anything but scowl at the world. Sodding shame for someone so pretty."

And with breasts like that too. Oh how he'd enjoy being able to admire those properly again...

"Oh--that's right, you knew her from Vigil's Keep." Of course Inessa has read or learned all she could about Grey Warden history in Ferelden, especially since they have some examples of living history among their ranks. "She does seem quite intense. I suppose time has not changed that, though you would know better than I."

"I think she just might have a stick lodged up there so far that she just scowls at everything from the discomfort." It wasn't like he'd ever been proven wrong so he was just going to continue to have that theory. "Best not take a lesson from that, you ask me. You have some nice personalities that should be noticed rather than chased off by a scowl."

Yes. He was talking about her chest.

As with anything Inessa doesn't know how to respond to without casting aside manners, she'll just change the subject. "You met her just before encountering the Architect for the first time, am I right? What was your impression of that incident?" In this, genuine curiosity takes hold. She's always interested in the perspectives of those actually there at the time, however colorful they might be.

"There was a lot of nipples." Yes. That was the first thought that came to mind when thinking about that incident. Thoroughly productive and totally on point there. Oghren was really good at this part of things. Oh but she probably wanted to know...other stuff. Right. "Erm... What you want to know about the Architect? Or about the smart Darkspawn?"

The comment about nipples earns a shudder from Inessa, who's heard about the Mother. Even if she hadn't, an ordinary broodmother is horrifying enough; what can be worse than one who could talk? "Do you agree with Cousland's decision about the Architect? That he live?" It's something which baffles her; no good could come of allying with a darkspawn, could it?

"I did. Seemed better to have that one as an ally actually. Besides, he was talking sense at the time if I remember right. So the Commander had my backing with that decision." It likely seemed odd but he stood by his feelings on that one. He didn't know where it would end up going but it seemed the right choice.

Inessa nods, mulling that over. As she wasn't there to see for herself, Inessa doesn't feel it right to publicly judge, however uneasy the idea of a talking darkspawn makes her. "A darkspawn talking...and non-hostile, at least at that time. If you and others had not been there, I would never have believed it. Is there really that kind of potential for others of their kind? Though...they remain tainted, do they not?"

"Hard to say what the potential is but that one sure had a brain and words to him. His ideas were weird but there's still something that sort of works about the thought of not having to fight the blight anymore." At least that was what his thoughts had been. He knew he wasn't much of a thinker in the first place. That was what other people were better at.

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