A light chuckle escapes Alayre as he eases into the seat beside Taashath. "So am I." He answers momentarily after a much needed sip of ale. "At least sometimes." His smile fades into a slightly gloomy one. There's much that he wants to discuss but he doesn't want his somewhat moderate mood to falter. So, Alayre holds back and just sips his mug.

It's honestly been awhile since they last drank together. "This winter is a cold one, isn't it?" He asks with a slight frown. "Spring is so far off that I can't even feel its warmth. Only the bitter chill of winter lingers in these lands." Alayre rambles for a bit before taking another sip.

"But I wonder, does Skyhold even know of spring? The mountains are always cold, so maybe we'll end up missing it here."