Being a part of the Inquisition includes much travel. Sometimes too far from Skyhold to get back before nightfall, but that's just how it is sometimes.

Tonight just so happened to be one of those adventures where getting home was not feasible, nor was it necessary. So, in a small town, our party decided to take a rest. Within this town, a lively tavern.

Cassandra, Varric, Solas, Iron Bull, Sara, Dorian and Blackwall, all find their way inside the relatively large two story building. The mission was quite a heavy one, so they needed many hands. Which, in turn, means this visit was indeed deserved.

The party find it populated not quite to the brim, but they certainly aren't alone. It is enough people however that there are two tavernkeepers behind the bar counter. Everyone is having a grand time, and there's even a bard singing songs on the bottom floor.

The atmosphere is volumed and warm. Mugs tapping against tables as they're set down, the fire crackles in the background, and conversations are everywhere to be eavesdropped on as a warm glow bathes everything in the feeling of home.