Ten years (give or take) is a long time for most, enough time for the wear and tear to creep in. Ten years in Kirkwall with the Qunari rampaging that one time, the Chantry blowing up the other time, well she's patched herself up but what sort of job do you get done when you've been listing and limping all that time. (And with a dirty ginger at the helm for so long, not even really in charge? Disgraceful.) Not that certain folks'll have helped with things, Yngvi's fairly confident about that one, look at the state of walls after all see what hands decided who got untampered building materials and all.

Most days are a routine now because routine is helpful, gets him out of the Gallows, gets him moving around, seeing people, chattering. A strange mish-mash of a dwarf in a bear pelt (bear's face still attached) over a good coat not cut in the dwarven style and very odd tall boots. Possibly elven. Y'know if elves that wore things like this were more inclined to go wearing shoes. Near the apple stall is the place he gets little treats for the nugs, the goose, some mabari crunch for Wren's big dog because Preudame deserves them, and as he's pocketing his change because the stallholder is a good honest sort he--

Thanks them. Hustles to catch up. "Cheeky that." Hello citizen, how do you do and all that, welcome to Kirkwall etc. "She's gotta eat too y'know. Kiddy stuff ain't it? Fleecin' a woman out of an apple?"