The Iron Bull stands leaning against the door frame inside his tent as most of the other Chargers sleep. The few people still awake give the giant Qunari man respectful nods. He takes a hit from a flask clutched in his massive hand and lets out a long breath, listening to the sound of the night.

He looks around and his gaze settles upon Krem. The Iron Bull pushes off the door frame, strides across the room, and sits down heavily on the floor next to the younger man. The big Qunari doesn’t speak, just keeps sipping from his flask, lost in thought.