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If Cassandra's remark gave him pause, Iron Bull certainly did not show it. His surprisingly gentle greens stayed as tranquil as ever, comparable to the old-growth forests surrounding elven ruins. A hint of spark within, no doubt brought about by the energetic sparring. The Qunari demonstrating a poise perhaps surprising given his muscular frame, waiting for someone to answer Cassandra's voiced question instead of interjecting. A wise choice as Solas filled in the gaps, Leila's ensuing affirmation bringing a wide grin to Bull's face. Wise decision, the Bull's Charger will not disappoint. Let's toast on that, shall we? And then more caskets were being busted open, and the various Inquisition members swamped with proffered drinks. Varric, to nobody's surprise, greatly enjoyed his liquor, commenting that this was pretty good stuff. To which Leila challenged him again in a dare - double or nothing for their previous bet. Whoever is standing by the end of their impromptu drinking session sweeps the stakes. The dwarf accepted, but of course. A drinking session interrupted as the Lady Seeker made her discomfort well known, utilizing that title she hated to catch her attention. Leila grimaced, pouting as she lowered the nearly empty flaggon from her lips, her second, apparently. Even so, there was nothing more than a pleasing flush coloring her pale cheeks, eyes ever clear, brimming with mischief. It appeared she wasn't entirely foolish entertaining this bet with Varric after all. But bet aside, Cassandra was right in this regard, they did have much to accomplish...and the Seeker did already indulge her in sparring Bull. Fine fine, she fished a gold piece from her pocket, tossing it to the dwarf, who caught it deftly, his smug smile less because of a measly gold piece, but merely because he won . Striding over to the Bull, gazing up at the man, before voicing. Alright Bull, Cassandra's gonna eat me alive soon if we don't get going, so let's move this along, shall we? The Quanari nodded his acquiescence, straightening before raising his voice. Krem, tell the Chargers to finish drinking on the road. Mumbling something about Tevinter blood magic as he walked away, but not before tossing a parting smile at the Inquisitor's party. We'll meet you back at Haven. ------ There was some logistics to be sorted through back at Haven, one thankfully short as both the Spymaster and the Diplomat were very on top of their game, before the Chargers were officially signed on and ready to go. That woman, Leliana...even Bull would profess that the Spymaster was quite intimidating. The way she gaze at him was as if she thought to pierce him with her very gaze, to scrutinize the darkest recesses of his mind, but he had nothing to hide. Not his past, not his present. Admitting quite freely that he was still reporting to the Qun, but that information was a two-way street. Leliana seemed satisfied with his honestly, or perhaps she'd already had her men check him out ahead of time. Either way, it wasn't long until Bull was good to go and left to roam the streets of Haven by himself. The Inquisitor was nowhere to be seen, no doubt finishing her bet with the dwarf at the tavern. Solas...well. In all honestly, the apostate kind of creeped him out, and why would he voluntarily go engage his company when there was a far more interesting Seeker to seek out? Wearing an ever friendly smile, his great battle-axe strapped to his back, the Qunari mercenary made his way to the training ground, scanning the crowd for sight of the familiar Seeker.