Mar. 4th, 2015

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“Also, it's 'THE Iron Bull.' I like having an article at the front. It makes it sound like I'm not even a person, just a mindless weapon, an implement of destruction... That really works for me.”

The elf arched a brow at him, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Idhronn."

"That it?" Bull needled, getting rewarded with another twitch grin. Guy was probably out of practice smiling as he was talking. "I mean, that's your name and you're not calling me something funny in elvish right?"

The Inquisitor shook his head slightly. Everything he did was slight, the elf was tiny. "Means.... 'Walks Far'. Idhronn."

The Iron Bull thought about that. It wasn't Dalish, unless for whatever reason the elf had no clan name. A number of reasons for that, and the guy didn't look or sound like he'd had a clan around for a long time. Dalish names didn't *mean* things either from what he recalled, they just *were*. Sort of like human names, a bunch of syllables strung together that sounded good. Meaning came *after*, with heritage and reputation. 

"Huh, guess they knew you'd end up far from home eventually huh?" Bull usually let the intel come to him, but he was a nice, people person, showing a bit of interest couldn't hurt him too much in the early stages. He expected a cold shoulder to the prodding, he just wanted to see how cold. 

"They who?" Gold flecked eyes gave him a black look that could have matched a re-educator. Bull felt a few more assumptions fall away, more gray unknown fill in where he'd thought he'd charted a bit of the map. 

Thank Krem for being his second and completely reliable. "Qunari get named by *them*, you know, whoever them are, do you now who them are Chief? Cause I know who named *me*."

"Them are the Tammassrans, you Tevinter bastard."

"At least a bastard knows who their mother is, better than you Qunari, huh?"

Idhronn watched them with that glacier gaze, like some where past the warm earth and sunlight was an icy graveyard. Eventually he rolled those eyes heavenwards and grunted, letting it all wash past to focus on whatever it was elven Inquisitor's found more important to worry about. 

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