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.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

"Ugh, Kaariss. You have to give him just the right among of hooch to knock him out; give him too much or too little and you'll get drunken poetry, which is too bad to even be 'so bad it's good'. I don't miss that part, at all." Korrin will drink as fast or slow as she wants, Asher. One of them has to be steadier than the other anyway, or it'll end badly.

"Well, there's more than enough work to go around right now and it's all leading back to here sooner or later. I'm content to live in the now; the future will take care of itself, if we even have one and Corypheus doesn't kill us all first. Cheerful thought, hm?"

[hlif]

"Next time try using the thing the hooch comes in to knock him out." If Asher had ever had someone inclined to such a thing, they wouldn't have lasted long in his merry little band. Nothing violent but one can only be subjected to attack from the combined forces of two dwarves and a mage before they realise they are utterly unwelcome and would do well to make themselves scarce while they can.

Still, it'd be funny to inflict that on other people if they could pretend they didn't know him.

"Well unless they pay me extra I'll grab an ale and watch everyone punching down a god, that part definitely was not in the contract I signed."