"Pot calling the kettle black there mate, what was that one I heard about you, a Vashoth mage, and oh what was it again? Oh right, a bear? All in a cave? Be a real shame if that one started doing the rounds wouldn't it?" Mal get your arse over here so he can gently punch you, drag you into a painful hug and rub his gross beard on you.

Still, if Jayne has to be held back, Bronson will go investigate with his usual swagger, the one good ear cocked and the one good eye practically twinkling at familiar folks after all the whinging he had to deal with.

"How's it been treating you so far? Korrin mentioned you were here." Korrin also mentioned Kirkwall but he'll let that one come in time because who actually voluntarily goes to that shithole now it's been exposed as a shithole on a grand scale.