Picking is Normal
A night at camp was simple enough but Theron was not feeling comfortable, he started to notice the beauty of the night and the light from the campfire which made things interesting. Theron stepped outside his tent and watched everyone do their own thing, when suddenly he glanced over at the drunken dwarf picking his nose and ate it when he thought no one was looking.
"Gross!" Theron gagged in disgust when he saw firsthand of what the dwarf does on his own pass time
"What the hell!" Oghren jumped in surprise when he finally noticed someone or some elf watching
"Oghren, did you just eat a bogie?" Theron looked at the drunk with a disgusting expression on his face; the dwarf looked at him in embarrassment and anger that the elf dared to speak of it.
"I was just checking and I am not the only one that does it!" Oghren rumbled when he took a drink from his flask
"What do you mean? Who else eats their booger" Theron asked as he started to feel sick to his stomach
"Well, I don't want to point out names but…" Oghren started to grin after burping, "There is Alistair for one"
Theron looked over at his friend, Alistair was just about to finish his cooking when he fit his head and blushed with embarrassment.
"Then there is Zeveran" Oghren continued
"To be honest, I was only doing it to get your attention, my drunken friend" Zeveran sat on one of the logs near the fire, grinning at Oghren
And I thought Oghren was gross Theron thought at he looked away from them, feeling like he was going to vomit any minute now
"Oh and don't forget our Qunari friend" Zeveran added
"Oh yea, Sten does it too and Morrigan" Oghren said before belching and taking another swig
"Please stop… please" Theron uttered quietly, realizing everyone he knew and traveled with were an odd group with gross habits.
"Oh it gets interesting" Zervan got up from his log and walked over to the elf, putting one arm around his shoulder and grinned.
"Sometimes we pull out a winner" Oghren said loudly, holding his drink high and everyone in camp heard him clearly
Theron pushed Zervan away from him, got up and ran for the woods as fast as he can before he vomited. Zervan and Oghren both laughed hard at their leader's reaction.
The next early morning, Theron got up and prepared himself, Alistair, Oghren and Zervan for their travel to Denerim.
"Alright my band of nose pickers, let's go" Theron Announced to his friends as they started off and this changed the Dalish warden's view on his companions.
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