You had a lovely voice, everyone could agree on that. That's why you were a paid bard in the tavern in the Skyhold.

Recently, the Iron Bull and his chargers had been coming in more recently. They were a group of oddballs, ranging from multiple different races and classes, but they were very respectful.

One of them caught your eye in particular. He usually doesn't talk to you but you've caught him standing on a chair near the back of the tavern. He'd hold his drink as he stood on his tip toes, trying to see your performance better.

Krem was doing his usual today, standing on the chair as he listened to your preforming. He was smiling, completely in a trance as you did your thing.