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[irnhrns]

at this point, bull’s not entirely unconvinced that the only people who go up into the upper floors of the herald’s rest are him, that weird pair of servants that come up here to fuck but never quite manage to get away with it without being caught, and cole. bull, at least, has a reason. sure, the stairs are a pain in the fucking ass, but he values the privacy that comes out of going up and closing the door, leaving things behind. you don’t get that in a set of barracks or rows of tents. you can try, but it’s not quite the same. he pays a hefty price for the room, anyways, and the chargers all bitch and moan, but they’re not the ones forking over their gold from paychecks, and so that’s that.

he climbs the last step, the aftertaste of the ale he’s had the only thing remaining of it, and searches the corners. cole favors the quiet, bull’s come to conclude, and sure enough: there he is, in his customary spot, with his barrel and what appears to be a mouse or two. just a quick conversation, he tells himself, and then he’ll put himself down to rest for the night, even as the drinks start to wear off. in skyhold he tries not to go to bed sober, but that’s more of a poorly ingrained habit than anything else. he comes to stand in front of cole, all gangly-limbed and pale, and clears his throat. “so, kid. do you remember when we had a talk to the kitchen staff about the turnips?”

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