[Open] Toy debates

[wardeneructate]

WHO: Oghren and whoever
WHAT: Oghren is looking for toys or games for kids. For reasons.
WHEN: Various points during the month
WHERE: Market
NOTES: Oghren. Really he's the main warning you need in this.

When one was thinking about a very drunk dwarf who was rough around the edges and more than a little gross and perverted, one did not usually expect to find said dwarf in the market looking around at different toys and games for children. Yet this was where Oghren was for most of this month, studying the different things there and grumbling to himself as he debated whether one was better than another. Would this be fun? Would anyone want something like this one here?

Crossing his arms, he stared at one stand, looking back and forth between a board game and what looked like a wooden puzzle that made a duck. One of those brain teaser things that he obviously he would never be able to solve.

"Felsi's better at this than I am," he mumbled before noticing someone watching him. "Looking at a free show here?"

Okay maybe he was a little moody because he hated being so bad at this. Don't mind him.

[ooc: Oghren is looking for toys/games to send to his kid! Don't mind him being moody though. He's just having issues with the fact that he feels like a failure of a dad for not knowing how to toy shop.]

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[wardeneructate]

"You know, I bet he'd like that. Have that little one write something up and I'll send it with my next letter. Can't hurt to get them both some more friends."

It could be lonely being a child of someone with influence. Reputations or even powers could warp a life. The parents struggled to get close to people but the children didn't exactly have the easiest time either. At least, that was what Oghren figured.

"You know, Morrigan, I never thought you'd be the one I'd end up being able to talk to about all this. Here we are though." He gave a little laugh then looked at the toys again before looking up at her.

"Wanna get a drink?"

[arcaneadvisor]

"More than a few of Kieran's have slipped away over time." Mage children raised in Circles have their beliefs and teachers, the other children have their own. The lifestyle doesn't suit everyone after all. Or the values. Or there's something off enough about him that as children age, they stop being as accepting of the oddness of his words when they mention it to whatever person takes care of them.

Pausing to purchase a strange little soldier that she knows Kieran will like because the arms move up and down and he doesn't have one of those (she doesn't think so, she's well-acquainted with them from the amount of times she's stepped on them in bare feet and found such bruises after) she smiles. "There is little that has turned out as I imagined thus far with the Inquisition. If you think to take me to the Hanged Man however...I could smell it when we arrived. To think that Ferelden had the clean taverns."

[wardeneructate]

"Nah. You may have grown up in those Wilds but you got some class and I like you." Sometimes his brutal honesty could actually be nice. Rarely but it could be. "Figured I'd bring you to my place where I keep the really good stuff. Been collecting some good bottles for awhile now."

He even still had a couple that had been with him for years which he had been keeping around for special occasions. Couldn't just drink away all the good stuff. Not when he could drink away the piss of the world first then come back to what was good and have a grand old time. Priorities. His were in order. Maybe not in all the right ways that people would prefer but hey he was doing his best here.

"Somehow my room smells better than that tavern..." He seemed baffled by that very idea as he finished saying that, of course.