“I’m already composing a heartfelt letter of thanks for the serving staff in the Herald’s Rest, friendliest I’ve met in a long time, thanks for asking.” Although it does make him miss the last time he was in a hold and having to stay a few extra days because everything hurt in the best way. “Christine Dela- I’m bad at Orlesian, you know that, don’t make me sound like a tit saying her last name. She helped unload the wagon back at Skyhold too and well, best to let a healer know how often she’ll be looking after my ugly mug.”

With a shrug, Asher glances over to Bronson, the hound happy as can be out now and all puffed up with victory. “I got him not that long after I left home, I didn’t know what I was doing with myself then, didn’t even know if he was going to survive either. I was angry at everything and naming a dog Korth or Hakkon is overdone. I just called him brown or son at first, so I wouldn’t get attached and then when he was better, it just stuck. It fits him as good as any other name.”