"A dwarrowdam! I believe it is how they refer to dwarven women. I think so, anyway. I have not had a chance to ask, to be sure." Seeing as he's. Here a am not sure of the tale, for it was many years ago, and I was not yet born then."
And it's not exactly a commonly told bedtime story.
"Did he?" He goes from a little surprised to a little relieved. What's a satinalia. "I am glad to hear it! You speak of the Provost, yes? I have gotten many shoes from him as well. It is a little better than socks, I think."
The things Yngvi talks about seem to be the norm that happen here in the land of Thedas. It's so different from Middle-Earth, where they care little about other lands and kingdoms far away. The way they work with and interfere with each other. Legolas is inclined to think it just a normal Mannish, human thing, but.. Yngvi isn't exactly. Mannish. Human. Whatever.
It's all a bit odd. Maybe this is what Middle-Earth would be like if the three (four?) Races had put aside their differences earlier on.
"How awful of them! I take it they were not invited? Tsk. We had best work hard, then, to return that favour." He shakes his head, and is very nearly distracted by a particularly spotty patch of wildflowers. Almost. "I learned my weapons as a duty, so I know not if I enjoy it much the same.. though it has had its enjoyable moments. But what is-- alchemy? Is it akin to medicine-making? I recall some things called potions in the shops, I have never seen the like before."
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And it's not exactly a commonly told bedtime story.
"Did he?" He goes from a little surprised to a little relieved. What's a satinalia. "I am glad to hear it! You speak of the Provost, yes? I have gotten many shoes from him as well. It is a little better than socks, I think."
The things Yngvi talks about seem to be the norm that happen here in the land of Thedas. It's so different from Middle-Earth, where they care little about other lands and kingdoms far away. The way they work with and interfere with each other. Legolas is inclined to think it just a normal Mannish, human thing, but.. Yngvi isn't exactly. Mannish. Human. Whatever.
It's all a bit odd. Maybe this is what Middle-Earth would be like if the three (four?) Races had put aside their differences earlier on.
"How awful of them! I take it they were not invited? Tsk. We had best work hard, then, to return that favour." He shakes his head, and is very nearly distracted by a particularly spotty patch of wildflowers. Almost. "I learned my weapons as a duty, so I know not if I enjoy it much the same.. though it has had its enjoyable moments. But what is-- alchemy? Is it akin to medicine-making? I recall some things called potions in the shops, I have never seen the like before."