[Nah, bears have to hide their shame and they just come back hungrier to prove themselves. Why else would the Boneflayers all possess slankets made of the finest bear pelts to be found in Thedas?]

If you heard a story about a man ripping his shirt off and walking out to wrestle a bear? That was me. It was a crazy night. [Crazy nights tend to follow when several various bands of mercenaries all manage to meet in one place in the middle of nowhere with the coin to keep the drink flowing. Asher emerged victorious and plenty of people seem to know him from that alone.

The bear manages to get a good swipe in, claws raking across his armour and ripping some of the mail and he grunts, backing up enough to give him the room to charge again.

And Bronson? Well he's seen this plenty because he barks, wagging his stumpy tail so hard his whole body wiggles, jumping slightly. Yes, his master is a giant idiot with a death wish.]

You fancy joining in, welcome any time, more than enough bear for the two of us!