The Blight is a thing that happened somewhere else and made Kirkwall harder to live with. It's uncomfortable to hear about it. Boneflayers didn't talk too much on those things since they were all a mishmash of places and people, and Asher more Avvar than he was doglord, too young to have been a soldier but too many people all flooding in here hungry, desperate, and probably sad but it's not like people in Kirkwall weren't hungry and desperate already so why was he expected to care then and still care to this day? It was the people in the dark and the people in the alienage who lost out the most to that flood of folk.

Still, doesn't change that he doesn't like hearing about it much but he asked so he listens.

"Been to Denerim after that, full of cheap tat," Yngvi proclaims because that's probably helpful yeah? Can't let Kit think Denerim is the be-all, end-all, Denerim isn't all sunshine. (Still shame in being casteless, live long enough up here and stay put in a place and there are those who carry it all on their back like the Dalish do, asking ancestors permission to sneeze.) "Spend their days in the rain too, like, s'all sort of balanced out and you got taxes and all, someone's takin' a cut."

Good life, what the hell is that, how do you even measure a good life? He squints, tips his head to examine Kit, wonders how someone can live the life he has and see a good life instead of maybe just a better life.

Yngvi knows the other uncomfortable truth though. "How does a demon get into the world, well a mage has to go make a certain sort of deal usually it's a whole nasty business and that's usually how a duster gets their family up to the surface but a demon deal ends a bit quicker than a dwarf one."