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That one time at Skyhold
Jun. 22nd, 2017 07:19 pmAdamant had been some shit. The siege itself hadn't thrown Bull too badly, even with all the corrupted wardens and demons running around, but falling into the damned Fade had not been part of anyone's plan. It had taken every ounce of training he had to keep his head on straight as they bodily walked through a nightmare-claimed landscape that was completely unfamiliar, and that played on each of their deepest fears.
It had been a long, long trip back to Skyhold and as soon as they were there, Bull had Cassandra, and the Inquisitor, beat him with the biggest training staff either of them could manage. It had helped, some, but after that he'd had rooted himself in the tavern and had not left until the scenery swum when he stood up.
He was impressed he didn't just pass out there on the floor, but he sobered up enough to get up the three fights of stairs to his room above the tavern. It seemed as good a place as any for him, especially once the roof had been fixed up. Other than the bed and his gear, it was fairly sparse... and now and then it looked like someone had rampaged through it.
Bull hoped his dreams wouldn't be too intense after walking through the fucking Fade.
With that thought, he found himself not particularly eager to go to bed. He considered finding company before recalling he had letters to write. He would do that first. Bull managed to retrieve his travel desk from his gear and make it to the edge of his bed without too much disaster. At least he'd be able to read through these again before he sent them off.
It had been a long, long trip back to Skyhold and as soon as they were there, Bull had Cassandra, and the Inquisitor, beat him with the biggest training staff either of them could manage. It had helped, some, but after that he'd had rooted himself in the tavern and had not left until the scenery swum when he stood up.
He was impressed he didn't just pass out there on the floor, but he sobered up enough to get up the three fights of stairs to his room above the tavern. It seemed as good a place as any for him, especially once the roof had been fixed up. Other than the bed and his gear, it was fairly sparse... and now and then it looked like someone had rampaged through it.
Bull hoped his dreams wouldn't be too intense after walking through the fucking Fade.
With that thought, he found himself not particularly eager to go to bed. He considered finding company before recalling he had letters to write. He would do that first. Bull managed to retrieve his travel desk from his gear and make it to the edge of his bed without too much disaster. At least he'd be able to read through these again before he sent them off.
