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The Iron Bull followed the Inquisitor and her companions through eluvians, chasing down the Viddasala and her men. He fought, he defended, he assisted in every matter the Inquisitor included him in, and even some that she didn't. Something heavy settled in him as they entered a familiar room. As far as they all knew, nothing had changed. Even Dorian had no idea.

Hissrad was good.

Why did that make him feel slightly sick now?

"Dragon's Breath is... an actual dragon?"

The heavy weights guarding the dragon noticed them. Bull squared himself and he heard the Viddasala's voice before he looked at her. She didn't need to speak to give the order, but she did.

"Hissrad, now! Vinek kathas!"

He turned toward the rest of the party and drew his great sword. "Understood, ma'am. Change of plans. Nothing personal, bas."

He kept his gaze on the Inquisitor's face. He couldn't look at Dorian, would not. Instead he charged the Inquisitor; only the full weight of Cassandra's countermeasure knocked him off course. But he had been alive and fighting longer than most of them. He grabbed the Seeker's shield and used it to fling her away from him as the rest of the Viddasala's men fell on the party.