Dragon Age: Inquisition Agents
- We know you brought a Dalish to the town. Where is she?
Hair colour: brown
Eye colour: brown
Coalan has lived in Vintiver all his life. He learned the blacksmith’s trade here, took over the smithy and forge, and has been a good and upstanding member of the community. Coalan has always been a somewhat solitary fellow; as a lad his large size made him somewhat awkward and shy. As a man, he has focused on his work and finds little time for “foolishness,” as he refers to most sorts of recreation. He is a serious man, with serious responsibilities. Unfortunately, Master Coalan also has something of a temper. He manages to keep it in check most of the time, but it is one of the reasons why he doesn’t make friends easily, or socialise all that much. Dorn Mullin, Coalan’s eighteen year-old apprentice, receives the brunt of his master’s ill-temper, but even he thinks of Coalan as more prickly than violent. Recent events have worsened the blacksmith’s temper. After all, everything in the village was just fine until the festival, until those damned sneaky knifeears came along and started trouble. It was getting back to normal until they came back, now they want help? It is some elven trick! It has to be. Master Coalan likes to think he knows what is going on and what is best, but he’s not the sort people listen to. No, they prefer the placid calm of Sister Arda or the quiet authority of Warden Tarl, or even some mothering from Kesla Mullin rather than deal with the hard, cold facts and the reality of what needs doing. Well, Coalan isn’t one to shy away from something because it’s too hot, and he knows full well some things need to be hammered into shape if you want to fix them.