Fighting a dragon had perhaps taken more out of him than he'd thought because he'd slept most of the day after he'd finally made the journey back from Skyhold, passed out by the stables because the stairs were down and not up. He hadn't felt it when he'd gone drinking after but he was feeling it now. Still, if he sat around like some old man things would just get stiff.

Didn't mean he couldn't opt for a training weapon to practice basic technique instead, at least after he stretched out the last of the aches, worked out all the pops in his joints.

"Shit I'm getting old," he muttered to himself before looking over to qunari. Or Tal-Vashoth. Or Vashoth. Korrin'd have his head for using the wrong one when he knew better than to assume. "Hey, any of that work for helping to work out the kinks?"