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]

"You think these spats we've been having are what war looks like?" Bull huffs, shaking his head. The Qunari are about a lot more, but it's not as though the outsiders get to see much beyond whatever scouts get sent out on a given day. Any ignorance on their part is to be expected, maybe even encouraged depending on who you asked.

But he's not her to talk politics, and it's as sure a method as any to get Dorian riled up. Nationalist pride and all that, practically runs in their blood. That, and copious amounts of alcohol...which appears to be their next stop. Fine by him.

"Besides, wouldn't want to deprive you of the view."

Bull smirks, and it's pretty obvious the stretch of his dominant arm isn't just meant to work out the kinks as they walk.

[liberalum]

"Please," is the customary, particularly unwitty response to Bull's posturing and prodding, and never somehow sounds like denial, and made all the more cross for it. But they are en route to have a beer, and Dorian loves beer.

More than he loves flouncing off to make Bull think about what he's done, which has never worked before. "If it weren't for your fondness towards garish, retina-burning stripes, you might have something there.

"Now do stop flexing; you owe me an ale."

[qunari]

It's not denial. It's never actually denial, or he'd stop. As it is, it's enough to have Dorian's grudging acceptance when he prods at him so, and that's definitely worth buying the mage a drink for being a sport about it. Wouldn't have expected a 'Vint to be that gracious, but then he's not much like his kinsmen.

Well. Not too much, anyway.

"Hadn't forgotten, big guy."

One hand claps Dorian on the back with a chuckle as they make their way inside.