And here we have one of the characters I'm really excited for (probably because I desperately miss Sten from Origins), Iron Bull! This has basically no concrete evidence of any actual dialogue or plot; purely for (my) entertainment purposes. Enjoy!

The inquisitor had dealt with many of the Tal-Vashoth in her line of work. Granted, she was usually killing them, but either way she knew what they were like.

They were a lot like her: mercenaries. Battle hardened, ready for the next fight, and fearless.

That was why when she first met the huge, one-eyed man who went by "Iron Bull", she wasn't worried at all about how the exchange would go. He glared down at her, his massive hammer slung over his shoulder, and she simply stared back.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice gruff and unwavering. The inquisitor simply smiled.

"I just saw you take out a small horde of demons all on your own. What do you think I want?"

His only reply was a noncommittal grunt.

"There is a tear in the fade—" she began but the Tal-Vashoth interrupted her.

"Yes, everyone knows this, so I ask again: what do you want?"

The inquisitor was getting tired of people interrupting her. She had to deal with the dwarf yesterday, Cassandra four days ago, and now she had to convince a rather strong lone Tal-Vashoth to join her inquisition. It wouldn't be easy but then again, Cassandra never said it would be.

"I'm getting to it. I have the ability to close those tears," she heard him snort in disbelief but chose to ignore it, "and I need more people to help with our inquisition. You have the muscle I need so I'm going to start out by asking nicely before I move into threats."

Iron Bull looked amused as she glared up at him. The inquisitor refused to let his massive frame intimidate her.

"Do you really think your threats mean anything to me?" he asked, grinning. The inquisitor had her blade to his throat before he could blink.

"Do you really think I can't make due on those threats?" she tried to keep the taunt out of her voice but failed miserably. She only hoped Iron Bull wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"You make a convincing argument, Inquisitor." He stated.

"I don't want to have to threaten you. We could really use your help." She said, lowering her blade and taking a step back. "You're strong and fearless and someone I would like by my side to fight against this. I'm not one to beg and will only ask once: will you join me?"

The Tal-Vashoth looked down at her, seeing the strength behind her gaze. There was a haunted look in her eyes as well, one he knew all too well. She had darkness in her past.

So did he.

"How exactly will helping you benefit me?" he asked. The inquisitor sighed.

"I can pay you."

"How much?"

"As much as you want."

Iron Bull grinned at the smaller woman. "Very well, Inquisitor. You've twisted my leg. Where do I sign up?"

The inquisitor grinned back. "Follow me."