That was a very scientific and philosophical survey carried out on the behalf of an Orlesian lady who couldn't ask herself on account of being an Orlesian: let the record show that Yngvi is not discourteous in being rude because that rudeness came from doing a good deed and he reported his findings back promptly.
"I forget how little anyone but a dwarf knows of nugs. Ever seen dwarf potatoes? That's what a nug is." Yngvi says as haughtily as he can but all his attempts at haughtiness come through the highborn ladies he's worked for and the one he shadows so it's very much Yngvi-attempts-Gwenaelle-Vauquelin which doesn't really work so well. (Yngvi she is a Grey Warden, the odds of her having seen a dwarf potato if there was such a thing are stacked far higher in her favour than yours because you're a surface boy from Kirkwall who got smuggled into Orzammar for a few jobs and some experience.) "Big things always bother with small things if they think they can. Orlais, Celene, Halamshiral."
If he keeps a smile on his face, does that sell the line? Like he doesn't actually care? Moving swiftly on.
"This is what all that fuss was about though? Just. Overgrown pigeons with sharp bits? What happens if they eat some of the mouthy folks? I was growin' up when the doglords and the Qunari moved in - moved out when the Arishok set things on fire - and they could speak and some of them allegedly had table manners." If they eat some people then he might not mind, but that's probably not actually going to help but he could give a list of recommendations as long as his arm.
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"I forget how little anyone but a dwarf knows of nugs. Ever seen dwarf potatoes? That's what a nug is." Yngvi says as haughtily as he can but all his attempts at haughtiness come through the highborn ladies he's worked for and the one he shadows so it's very much Yngvi-attempts-Gwenaelle-Vauquelin which doesn't really work so well. (Yngvi she is a Grey Warden, the odds of her having seen a dwarf potato if there was such a thing are stacked far higher in her favour than yours because you're a surface boy from Kirkwall who got smuggled into Orzammar for a few jobs and some experience.) "Big things always bother with small things if they think they can. Orlais, Celene, Halamshiral."
If he keeps a smile on his face, does that sell the line? Like he doesn't actually care? Moving swiftly on.
"This is what all that fuss was about though? Just. Overgrown pigeons with sharp bits? What happens if they eat some of the mouthy folks? I was growin' up when the doglords and the Qunari moved in - moved out when the Arishok set things on fire - and they could speak and some of them allegedly had table manners." If they eat some people then he might not mind, but that's probably not actually going to help but he could give a list of recommendations as long as his arm.