“My grandfather’s folk are a hard folk, you have to be to survive this long.” And to survive around the other Avvar because Asher’s done enough fighting to gain respect to know the pain of cracked ribs and still having to go help out on hunts and such despite hardly being able to move. You get on with things and don’t make a fuss, if it’s the Ferelden way then it was the Avvar way first.

“Very fetching, brings the whole pretty face together.” Asher is shameless: if there are pretty girls to be flattered, he’ll always barge his way to the front of the line. “I’ll haul this one back, but if you get cold tonight, you can come find me and I’ll lend you mine, I’m used to cold and since I became a reaver I’ve run pretty hot anyway.”