For all that he is a nobody within the Inquisition, Bruce still likes to keep an eye on the goings on around the place. Although if he had to be honest, its mostly because he wanted to keep a check on the new people coming in. Sure, it had been a good long while since his run in with the Templars of his Circle, but he still had to be careful - if any of them turned up here than his place here was at risk.

So, when Bruce first spots the ragtag group of individuals coming up together to Skyhold, Bruce is instantly wary - groups were always far more dangerous to be Templars. He moves across the courtyard, from where he had been towards the giant gates, and once he was close enough he spots them wearing armor that was very much not from the Templars.

Wardens.

Bruce wasn't sure what to think about that, but one thing was clear: they all looked positively exhausted, even from where he was. Still that begged the question of what they were doing here. He hovered in the general vicinity around them, trying to stay out of sight as he studied them closely to decide if he should approach them or not. There were not only one but several of them, and seeing so many of them together like this brought a pit of dread in Bruce's gut. Just what was going on?