“I’d been gone a couple of years when it started, off in that first company I was in, I would’ve gone home if I thought I’d been wanted but well, it’s my mother, she’d have just thrown me at the Darkspawn instead of just out on my arse.” Not that he’s bitter, things are about as good as they’re going to get between him and the family, and he always sent money back, always wrote sporadic letters, helped out the refugees when he got to Kirkwall because they spent a long time struggling. “Who knows, if I’d stayed and behaved myself I might’ve ended up in the army at Ostagar, I think dad thought some of us would spend a few years soldiering before we settled down.”

Excuse you Korrin but allow him to make a farting sound for longer than necessary before he laughs, wiping away the tears. “Knight-Enchanter, oh Korrin that’s funny, except you’re talking to a Reaver. Barriers make you soft, you forget what it’s like to take the hit and really use it. Isn’t that just some magical bullshit that your staff farts out? It’s not like this bad boy right here.” Like shit look at this axe, this axe is a big real solid thing just made for killing.