Well you send money sometimes but doesn't everyone do that? Send things to dreadful people because they put money into you and even if you sent back news, words are never going to settle debt. That's how everyone puts it. Alienage, Crows, Coterie, Carta, you always have something you'll pay off in the end.

Yngvi let the interest pile up. Didn't really have the head for numbers on this sort of thing the way he does for a bargain.

(Someone knew that one.)

"Loudly. You ever met a big dwarven family? The hair is loud, the eyebrows are loud, the handshakes are thunderclaps. Things fall out of the beards that folk forgot were there that you find out were older than you, some of those things had lives and families in that time. Of course there's always some sulking prick in the corner." That sulking prick is kind of one of Yngvi's dads but who doesn't have a strained relationship with his dad in Thedas? "Look they'll all be happy to see Templars and Mages sleeping here again, knowing their boy had a hand in it while the other one is off doing-- well probably Nevarran girls if he can."