[CLOSED] Dwarf business.

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WHO: Kit + Yngvi
WHAT: A meeting between two fellows at the Blooming Rose--er, not like that.
WHEN: Some time in early August.
WHERE: The Blooming Rose
NOTES: Dwarf shenanigans, probably foul language; will update if anything comes up.

LATE EVENING AT THE BLOOMING ROSE


Kit is no blushing virgin, but it still feels a little bit strange for him to open the door to Kirkwall's Hightown brothel and see himself inside. In the Deep Roads, there was no room for modesty when it came to dressing and washing and looking after oneself in the company of others, so it's not the lack of clothes on some of the hosts that gives him pause. He's not sure what it is, exactly. But in the main parlor, guests and hosts alike all appear to be enjoying themselves, and in varying states of inebriation.

There aren't many dwarves present at this establishment--at least, none that he can see just yet--and so he goes to find a seat at the bar to enjoy a smoke, and wait.
 

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[ragweed]

"No." It's not an answer he has to mull over for very long; the truth comes to him easily, and it's probably one he's always known, even if he hasn't exactly had the opportunity to put the thought into words. He shakes his head once, jaw working as he tries again to find the right words, and fails. Instead he reaches for the mug of ale, briefly glances Yngvi's way in thanks, and then sips from it.

Once he's done with it (for the moment, anyway), he sets it down and says, "If I died for anyone, it was for the Legionnaires."

Suddenly self-conscious over how much of himself he's been pouring into this conversation, he glances at Yngvi again wearing a chagrined expression. "This is probably a lot more about some old guy than you ever wanted to know, huh?" he says, his tone and expression self-deprecating out of sudden nervousness.

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"Shit, I-- I didn't expect you to answer that one." So rare are the occasions when Yngvi's given an answer to questions like the one he just asked that he's unsure what to do with what he's found out. It's a big thing. To have someone tell you that and it makes him feel strange, like maybe he's been trusted with it even if they're miles from Orzammar or anyone that'd give a shit about why a dwarf does or doesn't do anything.

It's a subtle distinction but he finds himself nodding before he finds his voice. "Yeah, I get that. Like, I'd do that for the Boneflayers and there's a few folk I'd do a lot for. Open a vein. No questions." See, Yngvi can do dwarf humour too.

(Only he doesn't mean those veins, he means his, without hesitation, without thinking, without flinching, he'd do it and wouldn't regret it.)

"Listen, you could be Orlesian or a doglord," he teases with a big grin, leaning over to give Kit a shove, "'sides you're not old. You'd be fuckin' dead if you were."

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"Open a vein. No questions," Yngvi says, and when Kit nods along in silent agreement, he's not talking about the stone kind either. He'd have died for his brothers and sisters in the Legion, if they hadn't died for him, first.

(He likes to wish that they died for him, for the Legion, rather than for Orzammar. It's the only way he can stomach knowing that they're still dead down there.)

His thoughts are leagues away when Yngvi gives him that shove, and he almost sloshes his mead out of his mug when he catches himself on the table. He turns to look at Yngvi in surprise, only to find that big, teasing grin on his face, and he instantly finds himself slowly but surely smiling in return; the kid has an infectious smile, if no one has told him that before.

"'sides you're not old. You'd be fuckin' dead if you were."

That makes him laugh, warm and genuine. "Yeah? I can't be alive and old at the same time, huh? Guess that makes me a spring nug like you in that case." Now if only his knees would agree with him.

[inagutterson]

"Carta has old people but they're like, proper sort of old and you don't know how they got that old but you ever see cats with one eye, bits gone out their ears, think they're curling their lip at you but no that's just their face? That's old. Then it's rich folk who get other people to do stuff. Maybe you strike it lucky if you do a thing and people look after you." Healers get to be old if the things they're curing don't kill them first, and someone who can do smart stuff like reading and writing, special mending and that, folk'll keep them alive if they can outside the ranks of the nobles or the ones with money but him and Kit's like?

Nah. Don't get to be old and alive. Not if they're the kind that pick up the weapons and do the work.

Besides, Yngvi's seen old people and he takes a drink, pulls a face. "I'd hate bein' old. Sounds proper shit."