"No shit." Korrin nods and raises her tankard, having plenty more stories to go when it comes to weird or inconsiderate lovers, but that's not the point of this gathering. The point is to try and knock him off his ass with enough maraas-lok.

"Keep 'em coming!" Patrons start to gather around...though Oghren's crop-dusting has some of them taking an immediate step back. Korrin leans back away from it and snickers. "Andraste's tits, you should direct that at the enemy. Talk about poison gas attacks."