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]

"Uh uh. See that? That's a good way to lead with an interrogation. Not what I'm after here."

He gestured at Simon vaguely before taking a swig from his tankard. "What's your poison? You don't look like you're much for the ales they serve here."

Simon was free to answer or not, of course, but it's friendly conversation. Bull wasn't asking for incriminating details or horror stories. Too obvious a starting point, anyway.

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Clearly Simon didn't see as he wasn't expecting the Iron Bull to be friendly. Still, the fact that he was helped the mage to relax just a fraction, in spite of being uncertain what his preferences in drink had to do with possibly helping him sneak a saarebas collar into Skyhold. This was why he wasn't a spy.

"It's not--the ale isn't bad," Simon protested politely even as he confirmed that it wasn't really to his tastes. Still, he drank all the same and only wrinkled his brow a little bit at the bitter aftertaste in his throat. "If given the choice I'd have wine, but it's expensive to get it up here."

Coin was a luxury Simon hadn't enjoyed since childhood, but Cumberland's Circle was respectable enough to come close. A glass of wine, even cheap wine, with meals was a cultural norm he hadn't been able to experience in a very long time.

[qunari]

Bull snorts at that. "Yeah. Every luxury item that passes up this way takes forever, besides. They've got good shit in the cellars, but the Lady Ambassador only brings it out when we've got nobles to get drunk."

Nobility before getting carted off to the circle? Possibly. Likely actually, given his rigid demeanor. Bull takes a swig before gesturing vaguely.

"But you've seen what the roads are like coming up here. Even with the rebellion over with, there's plenty of bandits who wouldn't mind picking off a stray caravan or two on the road."

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"Exactly," Simon agreed with a nod, though he waited a bit before taking another drink.

Bull was close. The Tams weren't a noble house, but they certainly had their aspirations and a prosperous enough business to come closer to the lifestyle than most. His parents tended to worry even more about propriety than any family who actually held a title.

"They aren't all that picky," Simon said with a grimace, speaking from experience. He'd forsaken his robes and staff on the roads to avoid templar attention...which meant that bandits tended to think he was easy pickings on the road. Quite a few were given an unpleasant surprise when it turned out the refugee traveling with his traumatized sister could freeze the air around them with a gesture before quickly moving on and leaving them to thaw. "But, yes, I understand why it's expensive to get anything of value into Skyhold...so I try not to disparage the ale."

[qunari]

"It's not completely shit. Keeps the boys happy after a long day fighting." He nods towards the rest of the tavern, where the Chargers are scattered. The ones that aren't out running missions, of course. The ones that are visible. Skinner might still be close at hand, somewhere.

More information to process. Doesn't like conflict. Hiding something. Keeping his head low but desperate enough to ask--

"You get the occasional stores of something else while you're out patrolling, though. I hate giving the Vints credit for anything, but they don't skimp on wine. Venatori are no exception."

[noleechesneeded]

Simon paused with the mug at his lips, looking over the rim at Bull and trying to keep the worry off his face. There was nothing suspicious about a Qunari bringing up Tevinter, he told himself. The two nations had been in various degrees of war for centuries. It made sense that he'd be familiar. There wasn't some ulterior motive to catch Simon out in...the mage wasn't even sure what could be proven, and that was when he realized he was being ridiculous and dropped his gaze for another drink.

"They won't be missing it at that point," Simon agreed idly, putting the mug back down. It wasn't as if he was keeping his time spent in Tevinter a complete secret. He just didn't talk about it, ever, if it could be helped. Because that risked questions that Simon couldn't answer, not comfortably and not without lying. "Maybe a few bottles will last long enough to be brought back to Skyhold some day."

He wouldn't mind drinking Tevinter wine again. The magisters who had helped him find and rescue River had been very generous hosts for the duration of his stay.

[qunari]

If Simon displays any nervousness, any stiffness at the mention of Tevinter, Bull pretends not to notice. He just chuckles openly and takes another swig.

"Heh. That depends on who gets sent out. Everything's supposed to get reported back. manifests and whatnot, but you get a couple of soldiers out there who haven't seen a bed or a warm fire in a while, and little things tend to go missing. Cost of boosting morale out there."