"Heading...somewhere. Maybe just a trot around Skyhold. I'm, uh, I'm still learning the ropes, more or less. You...have a fucking tank." It's an apt word. Sheila was fucking massive. But quite personable once you got to know her. Hay Fever was not near so big and, honestly, was probably used to dumbasses learning to ride. "Where are you going with a tank-horse?"