Establishing a base in Kirkwall doesn't just mean fixing up the brick and mortar, it means the relationships, too. Back in Skyhold the Inquisition's diligent Quartermaster and Josephine's network had spent a year building up ties with merchants who traveled through the Frostbacks or to Jader and persuading them to make a detour deep into the mountains to bring their business to the Inquisition. In Kirkwall no such journeys are necessary, but still, someone has to go do the talking and the deal-making and the persuading that this new intrusion is not an invasion nor likely to invite one. Somehow, one of those someones is Freddie.

Just like some cursed Inquisition bureaucrat saw 'Baroness Haut-Brion' on a list and thought 'Diplomacy!', someone has seen 'soldier' or 'Templar' or whatever alongside Bellamy's and thought 'bodyguard!' And so here he is, relieving his predecessor in the task of waiting in the hallway outside the offices of the Brewers Guild for his charge to emerge from her meeting. There are several surprisingly comfortable chairs, but not a magazine in sight.

Which is a shame, because it will be several hours before Freddie emerges, shaking hands as large as her head before turning her back to walk briskly toward the exit, eyes rolling to the heavens as soon as her back is to the Brewers Guildmasters. "Come along, Ser Whatever," she calls as she walks, shoes clicking loudly on the stone floor, no patience for waiting or checking to see who her guard actually is.