The garden is still one of Cyril's favorite places in Skyhold. It's even more so now that there's so many elvhen things there. It's like a sanctuary in the middle of this cold, hard mountain.

He enjoys being there, and helping to tend when he can. He arrives one morning before setting up his stall and notices a familiar shape there.

"Bruce?" he asks, as he approaches the man carefully. It had been a long time since they had spoken. They weren't particularly close either, so Cyril wasn't sure if his presence would be welcome.