Talking would have been easier. Course no sooner had Krem caught him writing on the flier there had been a ruckus that had grabbed the Charger's attention and Sam took the opportunity to "magically" disappear. Normally he wasn't one for running away at such things, but embarrassment made you do odd things.

Sam knew he couldn't run away forever though. Even with how big Skyhold was, Krem now knew who he was and the Chargers always had a way of finding people. That and he pretty much was at the Herald's Rest or the smithy behind it on a daily basis so at some point they'd run into each other. Right?

So manning up after about an hour after the incident, Sam walks into the tavern, his eyes immediately landing on the table that Krem had sanctioned as his own. His stride is confident as he walks over, but as soon as the Charger second-in-command sees him, Sam quickly falls into a slower step.

By the time Sam reaches the table he has a hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously. After standing there for a few moments he grins with a soft chuckle. "Ah, sorry about your flier."