There are definitely some weird sorts around Skyhold, who have joined the Inquisition in some way or another. Mask guy is pretty weird, though, and every time she tries to ignore him in the corner, just sitting there, she finds herself looking back at him in no time at all.

Okay. So. He's in a corner, and there are several people here in case something happens. So, direct approach. Rachette moseys on over and leans on the table (as casually as someone dwarf-sized can do). "So what's with the mask?"