"Oh, I know distilling. And collecting rainwater. Just. Just weird, so, like any day but especially damp days...bet there's some dwarf round somewhere that could do it. Not that most places need it but if you say it to them it'd be the principle of it." Dwarves are the ones with all the skill which he'd maybe like folk to remember better, even if most (all) of them are or were Orzammar dwarves.

Heading out of where they are with care to shut it up as if no one ever came disturbing it, Yngvi can knows the same life. The things growing in Darktown that padded meals or made potions. "We had to earn it growing up. Please your elders, make sure you get a dinner. Not saying it was a lot of dinner or a good one but it's better than no dinner. "Obviously I'm here, Gunnar is but he's off elsewhere."