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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"Felsi probably wouldn't want to make that journey. Can't blame her really. They've got a good setup where they are right now, her and the nugget." And he honestly felt better knowing they were there. Maybe he wasn't a there kind of father but he was really including himself as best as possible and even making sure that he was seeing to their needs. Not the best father but it was working well.

Well the good news was that he didn't plan on making Old God Babies. Then again he wasn't going to be making new babies anyway. Not without some weird thing going on like magic and even then he was resistant to that because...dwarf.

"Huh. Guess that's what happens when the kids get all up in the books. They get those weird ideas going on."

Sure. Yeah. That had to be it. Honestly he didn't fully get it but he was willing to blame it on books.

"Do I ever get the name of this child when you've spoken with mine? Far more than many can ever claim." More than anything Morrigan's curious about it but she's allowed Oghren much very quickly compared to so many others. "Perhaps our paths might cross, Kieran enjoys meeting others and he adores Lucci. T'would be different to know another ages with himself."

Rolling her eyes she's glad at least to have some explanation before she can corner Alistair about it. He gets to voice an opinion even if she ultimately decides to ignore it. "An education is important and I will not fill his head with the nonsense of the Circle or the Chantry."

Morrigan knows better. She knows much that they do not after all.

"If you care to talk somewhere more comfortable I have a study I can show you to. I am sure you have had many adventures that Kieran will ask of." Just let her approve them first.

"What? You don't believe me when I say Bartab?" Probably because the witch was intelligent as well as beautiful. Of course she would see through his pile of nug shit to what the truth was. Namely that he was full of nug shit and often just spewed it out because it kept people underestimating him.

"Bah. You wouldn't want him in the Circle or Chantry anyway. I remember that tower and it's all stuffy in there. Magic is still a bit odd for me but it seems like the free mages have a good idea for that magic stuff." Not that he cared much either way. Magic was magic was magic to him. All that sparkle stuff he didn't fully understand much of the time.

"A study? This study have alcohol in it?" Priorities. He had them.

"No." Oghren please, this is Morrigan of course she doesn't believe you, she's hardly ever believed a half, no make that a quarter, of the words that have ever come out of your mouth. This is probably the longest she's paid attention to them that she can recall; tramping around the countryside in a group had advantages in getting to ignore people.

Unfortunately Morrigan was a mage. Thus downwind. Morrigan had to contend with ignoring two sets of odour (thanks Alistair) and sometimes far more of Zevran than she ever wished to set eyes upon.

"Yet if he has to have any other lessons, he must be around those who have known Circles and Chantry both, though these children may yet learn better lessons than their elders. One hopes." They'd better or Morrigan will be disgusted and disappointed both though she's not holding her breath when it comes down to lessons mages actually bother to learn that matter in the grand scheme of things.

"It does have alcohol. Orlesian and that which you might survive drinking." Morrigan does pause to consider what might happen if Oghren ingests the spirits used more for distilling tonics rather than getting a person drunk but if he's a Grey Warden now then he's certainly drunk worse.

"Heh. Figured as much. You've actually got a brain in there. Witred. That's the nugglet's name. It was Felsi's idea." He'd had...dust in his eyes when seeing the baby. Hadn't been able to think straight. Yeah. Totally what had happened. Damn dust.

Then he was giving her a grin. Sure they'd had their outs at times back then but it wasn't like he'd ever not liked her. Besides, they could agree on things at times, even if she was a bit of a mean one. Still, motherhood had done something to her. Kind of like it had with him. Honestly he sort of wanted someone around who was a parent in an unconventional way like he was. It was...comforting.

Not that he needed comforting but you know.

"Now you're talking. Let's go see this place so I can have a look at these spirits you have in there. Wouldn't want you drinking that all by yourself now."

"A mother has more right to name the child," Morrigan says because she knows what goes into the bearing and the delivering and the raising. Even if there's another person, there's still more in the initial parts that a man is less well-equipped to deal with. Plus she can only imagine some horror stories of what children might be named. Promises to old friends she's overheard, long ancestral names for others. Better to let someone sensible get on with that business and not saddle a child with a monstrosity.

He's changed you Alistair had told her the first time they'd spoken and even though she'd been appalled at the idea of him being able to see it so easily, so long after they'd last spoken a word to one another. Now she's used to it, more comfortable with letting certain people in when there are others who know just how quickly the teeth and claws can and do reappear when she feels a need.

Leading the way with a small smirk as people get out of the way - for once not because of her, she's sure, she spares him a glance. "The spirits are not for mine own consumption. They have their uses in preserving some things or in my work when I have a need of them, some strong enough to burn the skin if care is not taken."

"She sure does. She's going to go through all that carrying and dropping it out so she should be able to decide the name." Gross as he was about women, he did have some good thoughts. Once in a blue moon. If one squinted and tilted their head to the right during a full moon. What, he was trying at least. One could blame his family for that one.

"Burn the skin, huh? Bet I could handle some of them."

Really he should take better care of his body but when it came to alcohol all bets were off. He was willing to basically toss back anything that had the word alcohol attached to it. Such was his nature anyway. Then again this was also the dwarf who let injuries get to the point of him having to find someone to help with the fact that they'd gotten pussy and green.

Sooo yeah... Maybe it was best others kept track of what he was shoving in his mouth.

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