"Safe and happy isn't all things to all men." Yngvi didn't read that in a book, Asher told him that, when Yngvi was younger (not smaller, Yngvi's been as tall as he was ever going to be for a good few years now) and bits of him started to open up. "Some ways of all life always hurt someone--"
Until they get grey, it's not the easiest thing in the world, to tell the age of a dwarf; Yngvi isn't a child, isn't a teenager, but he's still young. Somehow naive in a way, vulnerable and aching, knowing that he really should know better about all of this. "Safe in the Gallows? Rip out all the red lyrium only the ones who know how to do that? My lot. How's that better? I mean yeah, people got paid but what d'you really know about the folk doing jobs for you at the end of the day?"
Dangerous territory he's wandering into and he knows it, can't really help himself, mouth's running away with itself. "Bet the elves don't all agree on better but humans don't ever touch that one even when you should be siding with the alienage ones."
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Until they get grey, it's not the easiest thing in the world, to tell the age of a dwarf; Yngvi isn't a child, isn't a teenager, but he's still young. Somehow naive in a way, vulnerable and aching, knowing that he really should know better about all of this. "Safe in the Gallows? Rip out all the red lyrium only the ones who know how to do that? My lot. How's that better? I mean yeah, people got paid but what d'you really know about the folk doing jobs for you at the end of the day?"
Dangerous territory he's wandering into and he knows it, can't really help himself, mouth's running away with itself. "Bet the elves don't all agree on better but humans don't ever touch that one even when you should be siding with the alienage ones."