"Nevarrans can certainly be smooth talkers," he'll agree. "Not sure about the ale. I've always been a fan of the Ferelden stuff." A moment, and then he tacks on, "but I hear I've got pretty low standards, when it comes to that stuff. Mostly from Free Marchers, mind."

A shrug, easy. People are a little ridiculous, he reckons. Nothing to fuss about.

"That you are. Can't say that I think that girls are any less strong than boys be default." A quiet, rough laugh. "Actually, there was this kid that used to give Chuck a real run for his money. Can't remember her name for the life of me, but he always tried to figure out how to win a fight against her, and he never once got it right."

Hilarious. Definitely hilarious, and he shakes his head at the memory, fond, before take another draw of his ale. "And don't think for a moment that I imagine you gave your sister or your brother an easy time."