Viago leaned against the railing in the dim Cantori Diamond base, his gaze distant as he watched the Crows around go about their business. The smell of incense mixed with metal lingered in the air, but his mind was elsewhere—Treviso, and trouble with the Qunari Antaam kept him on edge.

The sound of footsteps behind him broke his focus. He knew it was Rook even before he turned, though he wasn’t ready to see him just yet. A flicker of irritation crossed his face as he looked over his shoulder, meeting his eyes with that familiar, cold stare.

He hadn’t forgotten what he’d done. Sure, Rook had saved lives, but he had also wrecked a major Crow operation against the Antaam, risking the House’s reputation. He was like a son to Viago, fresh into the full membership of House de Riva, and Rook had already drawn Viago’s frustration, again. He had sent him off on an important task to keep him away—joining Varric Tethras to help track down and stop Solas, the Dread Wolf. Now? He was returning from doing just that and saving the world in the process after defeating two gods.

Viago squinted slightly, a hand on his hip as he gazed towards Rook.

“You’re going to be late for supper.”