[It's a cloak of many ears, Melisende can be counted on to take ears equally for this cloak. If they're Dalish she tattoos the Vallaslin on them.

There are times Yngvi would take cracking his skull to getting drunk; cheaper, faster, more reliable, you know exactly how and why you ended up with blood on your face too. Bruce doesn't need a belligerent dwarf flailing his limbs at him and bringing up that Gaspard the dracolisk is respectful of the dead. (If Korrin can name a nuggalope for Asher, Bruce can name an overgrown lizard for a pretender to a throne.)

Yngvi is-- well dirty. Floors are dirty. But he bows, sweeps himself up.] M'lady receives my greatest efforts, anything else is unworthy. [There are so few people he'd open a vein for just to get a crack of a smile, only one of them is currently residing in Skyhold.] Feels very familiar all this, slinking about to meet Templars in dark corners, exchanging bottles. Wasn't usually sharing what was in it, mind.