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  • Oghren: Yep, lotta tension around here
  • Alistair: You think so? Do you?
  • Oghren: Know what I do to relieve tension?
  • Alistair: I hesitate to wonder
  • Oghren: I polish the 'ol weapon
  • Alistair: Really?
  • Oghren: Yep. Give it a good shine with a dry rag. Then with a little grease
  • Alistair: That's disgusting!
  • Oghren: You're telling me you never gave your blade the 'ol spit shine?
  • Alistair: I think that's private
  • Oghren: Really? Sodding Chantry and its rules. I like to do it right out in the open
  • Alistair: Where people can SEE you?
  • Oghren: Yep!
  • Alistair: Wait... What are you talking about?
  • Oghren: What are YOU talking about?

I’ve got one for you! The clan decided to camp near this ruined fortress. Right on the edge of the Tirashan. Dark as the bottom of a well. The keeper swore up and down it was safe, but some of the hunters started hearing noises in the middle of the night… They ran out of there, fast as you think, bare arses shining in the moonlight. The whole way back to their village.