Relaxing with a smelly drunk

[wardeneructate]

WHO: Oghren and whoever comes along
WHAT: Oghren's down times when he's not doing Warden stuff...
WHEN: Throughout the month
WHERE: Various Kirkwall locations
NOTES: Oghren, Oghren vs Teren, Mostly just Oghren but definitely Oghren vs Teren.

Drinking Games

There was something to be said about the fact that there were a couple of people passed out at the table Oghren was sitting at. Passed out and without anymore coin to spend because it was currently sitting in front of a red-headed dwarf who was downing another ale. He belched after then gave a laugh as he raised his hand to order more drinks...

Only to stop. "Oi. You. Care to challenge me?"

He gave a sauced grin. Apparently one might have an advantage here? He was certainly drunk enough that maybe they'd be able to out drink him. But this was Oghren...

Training Times

When Oghren wanted to get a good workout in, he could be found at the training grounds. His axe was a dangerous thing which meant a lot of these poor things would have to be replaced but he figured that wasn't his problem. If they didn't want these things destroyed then they shouldn't put them here. Or make them tougher. Or have some rule posted for Oghren to ignore that says to only use training weapons.

Whatever the case, he took a moment to pause with his axe planted next to him, grinning at his work. That was some fine berserker destruction, that was for sure.

Of course the second he saw someone. "You. Do you spar?"

Eh why not.

Comments

[limier]

"Maker, at least I look it." She rummages through the bag, "I returned from Orlais last night — in my absence we’ve acquired two Venatori prisoners, a magical forest, and an idiot in need of bail money."

To say nothing of whatever’s lately crawled up Gwen’s ass. Wren pauses, realizes belatedly that she’s been unfair.

"My apologies," A gesture, shorter than it ought to be. "I did not intend to present you with a list of complaints."

Rather the opposite. Finally, she seems to find what she’s looking for, fishes out a few papers and passes them across the table: Cheap prints, sold by the sheet (a book, however poorly-made, is something of an investment for someone on a Chantry stipend, and Yngvi’s shlock had already spoken for that piece of her savings). The lines wave in places, smudge in others, but the illustrations are curiously intricate. The type beneath each instructs the viewer — in Trade and Orlesian — to find a number of hidden objects.

Puzzles. Wren leans back in place, massages her jaw.

"I thought you might do better with these than I."

She obviously doesn’t mean that he ought to solve them.

[wardeneructate]

"Sounds like business as usual with this place."

Oghren slurped up some more fish then was surprised when she actually handed him some stuff. Curious, he flipped through the pages and blinked a few times. It took him a moment before he realized what exactly she was giving him. With a laugh, he flipped through a few more then gave her the most cheerful grin in the world.

"My nugget is going to love these! They'll keep that mind of his busy for a good while!"

Another laugh and then he reached into his armor to pull out a flask. "Here. Have a drink. I promise that's good tasting stuff and not some of the piss I usually drink. Can't remember which bottle I grabbed but I keep my collection well organized."