Since the start of the Inquisition, things have only escalated. The Inner Circle has grown tired, and they hadn't even realised it. The emotional strain has grown to be too much.

So for one night, after the sun set and most of Skyhold has gone to sleep, the Tavern was rented out for just the inner circle to rest within.

Leliana, Cullen, and Josephine, all sat around a small circle table and said nothing. Leliana was watching the room with half lidded eyes, Cullen was nursing an ale, and Josephine was quietly anxious, as she had nothing to do.

Iron Bull and Dorian sat on a large sofa in front of the fireplace, Dorian leaning into Bull while the former held his arm around the Tevinter mage. Both look incredibly tired, and are perhaps trying to fall asleep. Well, Dorian is watching the fire while Bull is almost definitely passed out. There's a half empty tankard on the coffee table in front of him that he's refilled nearly a dozen times since the night began.

Blackwall was on his own, solitary Grey Warden he was, keeping half an eye on Cole and the other half on proceedings. As much as he isn't one for parties, he knows not all of the Inner Circle gets along with eachother. He wanted to make sure no fighting broke out, even if he'd rather be just about anywhere else.

Solas and Vivienne sat on opposite sides of the room from one another, both glaring disapprovingly from time to time in between reading their books. Viv is reading fiction, and Solas is studying up on something related to the Fade.

Cole, not having that active of a mind, was curled up against a wall in a dark corner of a room, assumedly thinking about something nobody could fathom. He may have forgotten to breathe, looking almost like a corpse.

Cassandra was leaning against a wall alone, being brooding and solitary. Or, she was trying to be, except for the fact that Varric was sitting right next to her while drafting up the next part of his story. Cass may or may not be trying to catch a peak or two.

All is quiet, nobody really speaks. Any words that are exchanged are hushed and murmured, to not disturb the peace.