(Realistically, he's a bit like his wolf-dog. Toss a toy his way, and he'll look at it in confusion. He's not opposed to fun--it sounds useful in theory--but he doesn't seem to know what to do with fun when it's presented to him.)
"Well? Come on, three things about yourself you want somebody to know. You're the one who introduced yourself as 'The Traitor Teyrn' rather than by name, you clearly can't have issues talking about yourself."
Loghain gives the girl a speculative look, then shifts his attention back to the fire again, scratching absently at the side of his neck. "I'm a Grey Warden," he begins, then clarifies with a gesture, "We're an order of soldiers who fight the darkspawn--I expect you'll learn more of them, in time." Again his words taper off; it's clearly not quite that easy for him to discuss himself in such detail. "My daughter," he decides, a note of genuine affection entering his voice, "is the Queen of Ferelden."
This time when he grows quiet, it's short-lived. He reaches out for a piece of wood and adds it to the fire. "I betrayed my king. That's why I'm the Traitor Teyrn."
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"Well? Come on, three things about yourself you want somebody to know. You're the one who introduced yourself as 'The Traitor Teyrn' rather than by name, you clearly can't have issues talking about yourself."
Loghain gives the girl a speculative look, then shifts his attention back to the fire again, scratching absently at the side of his neck. "I'm a Grey Warden," he begins, then clarifies with a gesture, "We're an order of soldiers who fight the darkspawn--I expect you'll learn more of them, in time." Again his words taper off; it's clearly not quite that easy for him to discuss himself in such detail. "My daughter," he decides, a note of genuine affection entering his voice, "is the Queen of Ferelden."
This time when he grows quiet, it's short-lived. He reaches out for a piece of wood and adds it to the fire. "I betrayed my king. That's why I'm the Traitor Teyrn."