I'm back where I belong

[qunari]

WHO: Iron Bull and YOU
WHAT: Bull returns to Skyhold. Where did he go? Maybe you should find out.
WHEN: 22nd of Haring
WHERE: Tavern, then training yard.
NOTES: Will update as needed.

Skyhold was certainly a welcome sight to return to. More so his corner in the tavern, still left unoccupied and ready to be settled into. Oh, Orlais had its perks. He'd brought back a few things from the capital after his stay there on 'business', in fact. But this place suited him in a way the gilded halls of the masked empire never could.

Bull could be found in the Herald's Rest through most of the day, eased back into the biggest chair the place had to offer, helping himself to enough drinks to down a small regiment of soldiers, occasionally flirting with the serving girl as she comes around for drinks, because why not? There was time enough to take it easy, to gover things with the Chargers to see what had happened in his absence, trading tales with barks of laughter that bounced against the wooden rafters of the tavern with ease.

The drinks definitely helped, where unwinding was concerned. So too did heading out to the ring to knock the boys around some, reminding them that break time was over. Krem still needed to work on blocking that shield bash, after all. And if anyone else wanted a swing at the Bull?

Hey. He wouldn't say no.

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[qunari]

"Having second thoughts?"

He doubts it, but he seems the sort able to endure some good-natured prodding. Bodes well for him, actually. Most of what he's picking up does, and Bull's content enough to see where the evening takes them.

Even if choice of drink likely means that destination is the floor.

[wickedchase]

That earns a soft laugh as Fate gets comfortable in his chair. He's going to have to be if he's lucky to even finish his tankard, which he doubts he's going to be able to do. "Oh, if I didn't wish to partake, I wouldn't be."

Which is truthful. He'd find a way to weasel himself out of it, but at this moment, he's of the same mind, curious to see where the night will take him.

"However, if I don't find my way out of the tavern tonight, I request you do your best to help me find somewhere comfortable to be." He winks. However Bull wishes to take it is open to him.

[qunari]

"Hey, what sort of guy you take me for?" Bull snorts in mock offense, about the time the girl comes back around with two stout tankards for them. A grin spreads across the Qunari's face as he lifts the mug in salute.

No telling where the night is going to take them. But only one real way to find out.

That first swig is a welcome one, the cool turning warm then hot almost instantly, fumes rising up the back of his throat like dragon's breath. The first one was always the worst, but he'd reined in any urge to cough to watch Fate take his turn.

[wickedchase]

"The kind who has a sense of fun," he muses, grinning.

Ah, of course. In as much as he's not particularly excited to drink this -- Malsaam had shown off once, and Fate regretted following his example back then -- he's not going to decline.

It's not elegant, but when he has a sip, he gives a rough cough, the burn far more intense than he remembers. Of course, it's been ages since he'd ever tasted this.

"Lovely," he says, slightly strained sounding as he clears his throat best he can, the burn going up to his nostrils. "Hm."

[qunari]

The elf's holding together better than he'd expected, but Bull still laughs at that little wheeze, watching him struggle to hold it together. "Kick right to the throat, right? S'alright. After the first drink, the nerve endings go dead. Much easier on the second go round."

He downs another shot of the stuff himself, smirking.

"So, what brings you to my corner of Skyhold?"

[wickedchase]

"Hm? Well." Fate isn't too eager to have another sip just yet, but he'll work himself up to it after a bit of chitchat. "A few reasons, of course. But I was mostly curious about meeting the infamous Qunari. You're the only one here, far as I know. Everyone else is Vashoth or Tal-Vashoth."

That's hardly the only reason he's talking to the Iron Bull, but it is as he said: one of the reasons.

Now he has his sip, and it does go down easier -- barely. He still chokes and gives out another cough.

[qunari]

"Infamous, huh?" He doesn't doubt that. It's not the worst reputation to have, and he settles comfortably. That smirk doesn't budge, but there's a lot less mirth behind it.

"Yeah, I get the feeling I'm pissing a few of them off by existing. Wouldn't be the first time." Normally, the feeling would be mutual. Tal-Vashoth are responsible for a good number of the atrocities he saw during his time in Seheron. But no one here's gone off the leash yet and burned down an orphanage yet.

Doesn't mean he's not keeping an eye on them.

[wickedchase]

"Well, I think we all piss each other off for one reason or another, but I imagine it must be tense to a degree for everyone involved." Twisted Fate peers at his drink, a little wary about having another swig so soon. That, he thinks, will wait for a few minutes more.

But he does find he has to lean a little more in his seat.

"I had a friend a long time ago. Vashoth. We never really found out much about the Qun, though I suspect that's for a reason." Fate shrugs. "Was a bit curious to meet a Qunari. A true Qunari. Not lookin' for a debate; that's boring. Just... interested."

[qunari]

"Yeah, well. If you're looking for a teacher, I'm really not the guy best qualified to do that. I'm not exactly here to recruit."

Bull snorts and waves a hand dismissively. Of course, he can't blame Fate for the curiosity. People didn't get much exposure to the Qunari outside of the mercs that did their business down south, and most were Tal-Vashoth. Of course you get the gawkers, the ones looking to add an exotic notch to the post, or the ones who wanted a history lesson.

He was definitely going to need another drink before starting in on that mess, if that's where this was headed.