"I'm not sure this is going to work."
Oghren grunted. "Don't underestimate me, Warden. I've pissed off cooler customers than you."
Elspeth sighed. "I don't doubt it. It's just…I thought you were going to teach me how to use my anger, not how to get angry. I can do that myself."
"Can you now?" Oghren scowled belligerently up at her. "Why'n't ya show me that?"
"What? Now?"
The dwarf snorted. "No, tomorrow at two in the afternoon. You think the darkspawn'll leave a calling card and ask when's convenient for you?"
"Well no…I mean…I just…I didn't…"
"Ah fergit it," Oghren waved a hand dismissively. "Yer too timid. Same as all the other topsiders. Betcha that's why you ran away with the Wardens when yer folks got killed too."
Afterwards she didn't remember dropping Yusaris. She didn't remember lunging for Oghren's throat. And she had no idea how she ended up on her back in the dirt with the dwarf standing on her chest, grinning, his battleaxe hovering a breath away from her neck. "Well done, Warden. I didn't even have to kick you in the," he paused, glancing down at the female form under his boots, "…whatevers."
"If you ever speak about my family that way again…" she growled through gritted teeth, but Oghren interrupted her with a careless shrug.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You'll chop me into little bitty pieces and feed them to your mutt. Now that you know what it feels like, think you could do that again?"
Elspeth blinked, the fog of rage beginning to clear. "I…guess so."
"Good," Oghren hopped, none too lightly, down from her chest. "Next lesson: Holdin' on ta yer weapon."