"Trees, trees, and, would you look at that! More trees!" Iron Bull grouses as they walk around the Emerald Graves.
"I am so sorry to have dragged you away from your drinking games to frolic amongst nature, Bull. We'll get you back to Skyhold post-haste," Merilindes apologizes to him with mock sincerity.
"Ha ha, Boss. I'm laughing...on the inside. Can we find something big to hit? That would make this damned trip worth it."
"Point me to a dragon and we're there, big guy. Otherwise, we're stuck frolicking." The Inquisitor gives him a grin as they continue to walk.
"Argh! Just my luck." Iron Bull drops his head a moment before an idea pops into his head. "Hey, Seeker?"
"Yes, Bull," Cassandra answers him.
"Cullen has some trebuchets back at Skyhold. Think he'd let me borrow one? I'd just need it for an hour or two."
"Whatever could you need a trebuchet for?" Cassandra asked.
"Krem sews a bit. He makes these stuffed nugs with wings. I wanna see how far one of those can fly..." Bull said, his voice excited with the possibility.
"I...don't think that's a proper use of Inquisition resources." Cassandra answered, baffled.
"Wait!" the Inquisitor exclaims as she stops walking to look at Iron Bull. "Let me get this straight. Krem sews stuffed nugs and you want to make them fly?"
Iron Bull mulls her words over before giving her a nod. "Yep. Sounds like fun. Haven't you ever wanted to see a nug fly?"
"Never thought about it before but now that you mention it...How many of these stuffed nugs does Krem have?"
"Oh, I'd say a couple dozen or so."
Merilindes looks at Iron Bull, a grin plastered on her face. "Once we get back to Skyhold, you, me, and the Chargers are going to see just how far a nug can fly!"
Iron Bull laughs and looks at Cassandra. "See? This is why you're not in charge of morale." He gives Merilindes a wink before the group sets off again. "It's a date, Boss."
Cassandra gives a grunt of disapproval before looking towards Solas. "I swear, sometimes they act like a bunch of children."