fire fall upon us and lighting shall strike the earth [closed]

[qunari]

WHO: The Iron Bull and Adelaide LeBlanc
WHAT: Shovel talk over wine. Like you do.
WHEN: Beginning of Harvestmere...ish.
WHERE: The Vault, Skyhold
NOTES: Booze, sexual content (conversation only). Warnings added as needed.

He'd recieved a missive from Adelaide not too long ago, with mention of an issue that needed to be addressed. The tone was formal but brief, not one of those long-winded notes one could usually expect from Orlesians, and the promise of refreshments.

So she was hiding something, and offering a bribe as incentive. Welp. This should be fun.

He responded in a similarly brief but friendly manner, accepting the offer to meet and talk, and a location was decided on. That evening, he makes his way down to the vault beneath Skyhold. Bull brings a gift when he comes, figuring it'd be good manners if nothing else. Nothing fancy, a bottle of wine since he's yet to meet an Orlesian that didn't like the stuff.

He's still uncertain what all this is really about, though he's got a couple of theories running at the moment. No reason to spook just yet. He makes his way down to the vault, past cobwebs and flickering torch sconces, and peers about for sign of the mage.