[ he doesn't seem like he's wallowing in wetness at the moment, his tone is even and light if anything. maybe just numb. he's moving things back and forth between piles without really any meaning - having a little bit of trouble because of the bandaged hands. ]

Back in the early years in Kirkwall it was pretty much all we would do. Dig through broken barrels for pieces of clothing, finding broken jewelry on the street, rifle through dead bandits pockets for rusted knives and tarnished amulets. Trying to get together any possible bit of coin to fund an expedition into the Deep Roads, so it would pay out a fortune.