Skyhold's undercroft had undergone some small 'improvements' since Bernard had taken up residence as the local dwarven enchanter. An overly complicated wall of cloth and rigging blocked him from having to look at the horrible sky, his forge area effectively shielded while the rest of the room remained bathed in sunlight.

The dwarf himself could be clearly seen digging through one in the latest series of crates that had arrived, muttering to himself as this and that was examined and then cast aside. He didn't look up as he heard the door open, choosing to simply assume the worst.

"We're closed!"