I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots

[hlif]

WHO: Asher Hardie; open
WHAT: Asher arrives in Skyhold, John Cena's theme plays in the distance
WHEN: mid-late Wintermarch; feel free to just bump into him later than his arrival
WHERE: Skyhold, by the healing tents and the stables but if you want to wildcard bumping into him then go for it
NOTES: language most likely, if you'd like to assume past CR then hit me up.

The rest of the Boneflayers make for the tavern almost immediately, a collection of rogues and one annoyed mage abandoning their leader with a pouch of coin to leave Asher alone, just through the main gates of Skyhold trying to coax a tired grumpy bronto to the stables, the wagon behind it groaning with supplies. Meat, vegetables, leather, wool, some wheels of cheese, even some home-brewed ale, all packed high and lashed into the wagon, a gift of support from his family they've all been complaining about since they rumbled through the Hinterlands and up. He might be a big guy but he can't do everything himself, not when there's also a grizzled looking mabari plodding along too.

Most of the people he makes eye contact with seem to be looking away quickly, which y'know, rude but unsurprising when you're Asher's height and tend to look half-feral.

"Look if someone will just point me to the bloody kitchens so I can get rid of this I'll be grateful." Only no one is helping, please help him before someone gets punched.

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[aintwejust]

"Well shit, it's like they're lett'n just anyone wander in through the gates now. Where did the standards go?" It's been awhile since he last saw this particular shade of rough and noisy, but not so long as he can't pick out exactly who's gett'n cranky in the courtyard. He and Jayne are hang'n back for the moment- well Mal's hang'n back and hold'n Jayne steady otherwise there'd be a mite less on the cart of food. Gett'n it taken care of without him eat'n a side of beef is gonna take some do'n.

[hlif]

"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.

[aintwejust]

"You didn't hear shit 'bout that." From smirk'n to glower'n in half a second- that didn't happen. He don't much recall more than the hangover after and wak'n up in a mess of limbs without his pants, but it didn't happen. Shoving off the wall a bit less casual-like than he'd like, mostly cuz a Jayne hauling for all he's worth on the one hand to romp with Bronson. Better the dog than the food, Mal lets him bound over and headbutt the other dog while he stalks over his own self to do more or less the same with Asher.

But with words. So it's more civil.

"I got a respectable stand'n here and I don't need that kinda strangeness mak'n the rounds." Him and Korrin? Fine and dandy. Him and another man? Happens now and then, ain't skin off his nose. Him and Asher specifically? Man gets judged by the company he keeps, judged harder by the company in his bed. "S'fine enough. Pay's good, work's good, get t'kill demons and the like."

[hlif]

"Which one of you was it that left me the five star review again?" Answer: neither, it was an actual bear he got into a scrape with but what's life without talking shit to someone who knows him? Around another mabari, Bronson reverts back into behaving like the pup he probably never was, feet planted, backside in the air, low playful barks because time to upset the bronto with a game of chases!

Rolling his eyes, he waves the words away because he gets it, he knows, he's been the bit of rough for enough folk in the past who won't look him in the eye the next day, willing to cross the street to avoid him. Only friends actually get away with it without pissing him off. "Respectable? What, were you off clearing out some fancy place in Hightown to go set yourself up in now that the blood magic orgies are over?"

[aintwejust]

"I don't- 'tain't me and you damn well know it." Still this close, even with the shit sling'n, even with the smell and the dogs and the beard- Mal hauls his arms open to pull Asher in for a tight hug. Been awhile since he seen this crazy bastard. He kinda missed him, a little. Maybe a lot. Crazy made fight'n unpredictable but it made life a li'l fun.

Excit'n.

"I'm on retainer for a very well monied gentleman and that makes me respectable." More or less.