For Yarnzipan

[ataashihunter]

The Bull was up on the wall surrounding Skyhold. There had been an influx of newcomers who were pledging themselves to the cause and the sounds and smells and everything was hitting his senses hard today. Too hard. He could feel them pushing all other thought away from his head, and all the control. He tries to find a quiet corner to deal with it.

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Krem, on the other hand, has been paying attention to the newcomers and he could feel the draw of the guide almost instantly. He smiles slightly to himself, that would be good, he knows both him and Bull need it. It isn't until everyone is in the great hall until he notices that Bull has been gone for a long time. Too long. He swallows and shakes his head, going looking for his boss.

A few minutes later he comes back into the hall, not hurrying but certainly in a rush. He comes up to the guide and taps him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir, can I have a word?"

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[a_different_future]

[ The Guide in question turns from a conversation he wasn't much enjoying to look Krem up and down before nodding and gesturing for him to lead the way to wherever they should have that word. He waves another gesture at his conversation partners, a nicety that he clearly feels sorry he couldn't continue talking to them, except as his face shows as they walk away, it's less that 'duty called' (whatever it might be) and more that he would have taken any excuse to exit the conversation. All the same, he does look as if he wants to know Krem's business. ]

Speak your piece, if you pleased.

[ His tone makes it clear as well as his clothes do that he's a rather affluent man who's used to giving orders and having them obeyed, for all that he isn't being insufferable about it. ]