Listening to them talk Martin plucked his pipe from his mouth and bent forwards with a moan. His age was getting to him and all this resting and shifting around was making his bones ache. [color=00aeef]"Remember boys, it's just as dangerous on the surface with the bandits, wild beasts and pox-filled whores as it is down in those tunnels. At least down there you know you're sticking your knackers in a blender, rather than only finding out when the pus starts to seep."[/color]

As he spoke he shifted in his seat slightly, his hand tugging at his codpiece as the unpleasant memory of a dwarven nurse looking up at him with amusement in her eyes as she applied the hot coals to places hot coals should never be applied.

[color=00aeef]"As for others from the Inquisition, most are back in Orlais and Ferelden right now. I wouldn't be relying too much on their help unless we send riders out to fetch them."[/color]