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.

Comments

[qunari]

"Think I'll stick around. You folks sound like you're having all the fun without me."

His fingers drummed loosely against the table, twice, before Bull shifted in his seat. The whole business with demons and abominations and such? He couldn't say he'd missed being around for that. But it'd be good to know he was where he could do the most good. If that meant here? So be it.

Not to mention he was still smarting from the last job as a bodyguard he'd had, prior to the nobleman. Wasn't much he could have done, admittedly, but the loss of the Inquisitor weighed as heavily on him as it did the others in her circle.

[amygdalae]

That comment got out a tiny little chuckle from Bruce, and the wryness on his expression was plenty visible as he replied. "As fun as it can be, I suppose. Although personally it would be nice to not see any more of said fun for a while."

Especially things Abomination-related. What had happened only all too recently was still hanging fresh in the minds of many people, and now there were a fair bit of marks in the hall and the garden as evidence on what transpired that night.

[qunari]

"Can't say I blame you. But it'd be nice to be able to go back to hitting things."

A heavy sigh moved Bull's shoulders, nostrils flaring faintly with his annoyance. Sometimes, a thing was just simpler when you knew who to hit to make the problems stop. Of course, he wasn't fool enough to think that'd actually be the solution.

Might be nice if it was. A guy could dream.

The weapon he'd been swinging around found itself leaned against the edge of the ring, Bull cocking his head slightly. "You want to go grab a drink, or you stepping in?"

[amygdalae]

It definitely would be nice if hitting things were the solution to the problem. Bruce was no supported of hitting things on a constant basis, but in this case it would certainly make a lot of things less complicated. And less complicated was pretty much what everybody needed now more than anything else.

At the question Bruce shook his head, politely declining the offer. "I'm not much of a fighter, or a drinker." He looked like it too, he knew, with his smaller stature and lanky body, but that was just how he was.

[qunari]

"So what do you do for fun?" Not that he was going to give him too much grief. To each their own. But seriously? That was two out of three as far as fallback plans for enjoying himself went.

Maybe that's why Bruce looked stressed all the time, like a string being pulled taut. Oh, he smiles and carries on like nothing's wrong, but there's something going on there. Bull just can't put his finger on what it is, yet.

[amygdalae]

"Well, I read. Or I make potions and poultices for my patients later." Bruce shrugged as he replied, not really that all bothered by Bull's disbelief. He knows that his own hobbies are a little mundane and quiet compared to Bull's... active life, but to each their own.

And besides, its not like Bruce didn't enjoy what he was doing. There was a simple joy in making things that could work for other people.

[qunari]

Well, he couldn't exactly scoff at that. He could, but it seems uncharitable. Everyone does what they have to in order to keep themselves on even keel, and Bruce knows himself better than anyone.

"If that's what works for you. Guess it's good to love what you do for work, and all that," he grunted.

[amygdalae]

"It's like when you like hitting things. I like... helping people who get hit by things. Or people." He mean to belittle Bull by saying that, of course - he knows how smart the Qunari could be when he wanted to. But he also knows how baffling his own interests could be to others. "If your guy ever has a problem, you know you're always free to approach me. Maybe I have something I could share."

[qunari]

"Likewise."

He understood just fine. As much as he needed to, anyway. Bruce was under no obligation to explain himself to Bull. The man was still a mystery to him in some ways, but he didn't seem like he was going anywhere just yet. There'd be time to work it out. Meanwhile, he did want that drink, if no one else was going to step into the ring.

"You been introduced yet? I'm heading to the tavern now." That massive horned head jerked towards the other end of the bailey.

[amygdalae]

Bruce glanced towards where Bull was gesturing towards with his head... or horns, as it were, blinking for a bit before he shook his head. "Not really. I haven't really been near the tavern much at all."

Aside from that one time where he took a punch from a Templar. Definitely not his finest moment, but at the time he felt that it had something to be done.