it takes strength to live this way

[qunari]

WHO: Iron Bull and OPEN
WHAT: General summary of events during the end of the month. Drinking, fighting, more drinking, maybe a little flirting.
WHEN: Mid-to-late Wintermarch
WHERE: All over the damn place. Mostly the tavern and sparring ring, though.
NOTES: n/a

He was starting to feel a little restless. By now, the boss would have taken them all out on some exploit or another, and even if he was glad to be at Skyhold again? Sitting idle could grate on the nerves a bit.

The best way to counter that seemed to be throwing down in the training ring just outside the tavern, taking on all comers as well as training those that seemed of a mind to ask. Cullen had most of his people following their own regime, but if they wanted a swing at something else? He wouldn’t refuse them. Not everyone fought like a templar.

The rest of the time, Bull made himself easy to find. Easy to avoid, too, if that was the preference of some. And he knew it was, from the glimpsed he’d gotten of the Vashoth inside the keep. But it was no hardship holding court inside the comfort of the tavern, indulging heavily in drinks and working his way down the menu of available meals and snacks.

It was business as usual, for the most part. Even if he did feel a little more restless than usual. Had to find a way to get out, hit something that really had it coming.

Or find someone to pass the evening with. That might help.

Comments

[qunari]

"Lot of stories there. Most cases, they were people with skills that could have found work elsewhere, if people didn't look at them and see a pair of pointed ears, or another crazy dwarf, someone who didn't measure up in some way or another."

Their loss. He knew his folks, knew their talent and their loyalty and made damn sure neither went to waste as they might have done. There's more to it too, perhaps, a sense of wanting to protect them, but that's personal. That's not a conversation for right now. Maybe later, over drinks.

[el_tybs]

"So you took them in. Did they all know how to fight when you met them, or did you train them?" He figures it's probably a mixture of both, but he asks anyways, keeping up conversation while he took his time with the training.

It was simple, tedious and repetitive on its own if there wasn't anything else to think about, but he could see why Bull had started him off on it. Even if he had been doing other training, none of it had been focused towards this line of work.

[qunari]

Bull snorts. "Oh, they knew. Would have done well in someone else's company, if they could have seen past what they were to what they could do. Supplemental training never hurt anyone, and teaching them to work as a unit? That was me. But I wouldn't have hired them on if they couldn't already pull their own weight."

He's watching Sam start to tire, seeing the strain as he continues the exercise, waiting to see at what point he gives. Does he push himself too far? Not enough? All important things to see. It's not just a matter of his physical strength.

[el_tybs]

Wouldn't hire them if they couldn't pull their own weight. He knows Bull is not just referring to the current Charger, but anyone who would be a possibility to join. So pretty much he had to prove he could pull his own weight.

Course with knowing that it does drive Sam to push himself a bit further, just a bit more than the effort he was already putting into it.

He's half expecting Bull to give the word on when to quit, but when no words come it's clear that it's up to him when he does. So he goes for as long as he can, until the strain in his arms is a bit much, but not enough to lift them when he's done. When he doesn't pick up the bag this last time he sighs, using his thighs as a brace as he leans forward to rest on his feet.