The rest of the day went by in a daze. Tama took no notice of the new paperwork building up on her desk, the scurrying of the odd servant in her quarters or the now cold food which was left untouched on the small table at the side of her.
Oh. Fuck. How the hell? No. No. Calm down he wouldn't do anything … would he? her thoughts were all over the place, all going back to the same roundabout questioning. She was finally made to leave her thoughts when she heard the popping of the fresh wood on the fireplace. Was it that late already? Blinking she looked to the large windows that surrounded her chambers. The once bright sun was now replaced with a clear night sky and a small chill in the air.
Gazing to her left she chuckled quietly as she noticed the small body which was now occupying her bed. Rubbing her temples she sighed, it was time to go face the music.. ugh! she hated that human saying. She would rather be facing off with a demon army than Bull. Grabbing her jacket she brushed her hair over the side of her shoulder and made her way down the Tavern, the one place she would find him at this time.
The tavern seemed busy once again as she walked up to it, the soft glow from the small windows was a welcoming sight against the darkness of the night.
"Inquisitor. Never see you around here."
Clearing her throat Tama stood a little straighter, "Scout Harding. Thought I would have a walk." Of course she lied, for some reason the small dwarf unnerved her, was it the way her amber eyes would search around or the way she seemed to know just a little too much of everything.
She was met with a nod before Tama made her way to the door, this was it she thought to herself as she opened the door and let the music and chatter surround her.
Thankfully everyone who was occupying the tavern was too busy chatting and drinking. Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding Tama made her way further in, ducking slightly so as not to hit the wooden beams which stretched across the ceiling of the bottom floor. Making her way to the bar she smiled awkwardly at the barkeep before ordering a drink, leaning a little on the bar she looked around and placed a small smile on her face. All the others were merrily drinking or chatting which was met with the odd burst of laughter from a random table.
It still amazed her that she was their leader, they had chosen her. Deep in her thoughts once more she jumped a little when a hand was placed on her shoulder.
"Well look who it is."
"Krem." she smiled awkwardly
"Come join us Inquisitor." Krem smiled picking up Tama's drink he did not wait for her to answer while he walked back to the rest of The Chargers.
She was met with various nods and grumbles of acceptance as she sat down on the nearest free chair also noticing a very large empty space which was normally occupied.
"You know big guy if you keep going through practice dummies like that Curly here is going to have a heart attack."
Bull stood up to his full height and huffed in defiance at a chuckling Varric. Dropping the broadsword he made his way over to him and a very sheepish looking Cullen.
"Cassandra is not going to be happy." Cullen muttered a little too loudly whilst rubbing the back of his neck.
"True. Bull, you have just nearly took all the Seeker's toys away." Varric laughed when he saw a nervous Cullen rubbing the back of his neck once again for what seemed the hundredth time, yep they will all probably feel the wrath of a certain bad tempered Seeker.
"Had to get it out of my system." Bull grumbled taking a drink of water and wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Well … that was one hell of a something to get out of your system big guy."
Bull took another drink of water. He had never gotten round to his drink as he had planned earlier. Leaving the Inquisitor's' chambers his amusement was short lived as the new information sinked in further. No now he was frustrated and angry and just needed to destroy something. It was not his fault that leaving the main hall he saw the welcoming sight of the new training dummies, picking up the practice sword he quickly began beating the crap out of each of them.
All the recruits around him, who at the time were in the middle of their practice routines silently began stepping away, which drew the attention of Cullen and a very well placed relaxing Varric.
His muscles were burning nicely, he could feel his limbs becoming more tired and heavy with each heavy swing, it wasn't fully out of his system but it was a start.
Before he could speak again all three men were met with a very short breathed and flushed Harding, "Sir…" she huffed reaching Cullen, "Tavern… Inquisitor …. Brawl." was all she was able to manage before grabbing the wall to keep herself from falling, after all dwarven legs were not built for running especially when your blood had a certain amount of alcohol present.
"What!" Cullen stood in disbelief before running towards the Tavern, followed by Varric and Bull.
All three rounded the corner but stopped immediately when the sound of crashing glass reach their ears, looking to the Tavern they all jumped when without warning a screaming body was thrown through the small window, taking both glass and stone with him. With this new hole in the tavern wall the sound of shouting and scrapping could be heard fully.
"Maker's breath." Cullen stood in disbelief before snapping to attention and running to the Tavern, walking through the now shattered window, the glass crunching underneath his leather boots.
He was shortly followed by Bull and Varric and all three could only stand once again in bewilderment and slight amusement as the sight unfolded in front of them.
Every corner they looked there was someone brawling with someone, punches and curses were loud on the air. To the side the barkeep shouted, "Will you stop them." he pleaded before cowering again as a glass smashed just above his head.
"Which one?" Varric asked still not taking his eyes of the scene in front of him.
"Them." the barkeep held up a shaking finger, following it all three men look and couldn't hide their amusement any longer.
There in front of them were the chargers in full fight mode. Krem was busy punching the hell out of some poor recruit, Dalish was busy using her so called 'bow' as a full on bat even though it was well known she could of easily just fried everyone there, Skinner and Rocky were busy wrestling just below the bar trying to get as many punches in as they could as the two templars beneath them fought back, Stitches and Grim were sitting on the stairs watching with amusement as they drank from their drinks. Taking a moment to savour the sight Bull stepped forward and was about to command his men to stop when once again a body flew past them and slammed into the wall to their right.
"What the …" was all Varric could manage as a certain Inquisitor was being thrown over the bar.
Bull couldn't help but smile as she skidded across the floor knocking a few others to their knees from impact. He saw Cullen about to move to her defense, "I wouldn't do that Commander." he stated earning him a curious look, "Watch." he stated, a grinning Varric only nodded and the Commander turned back to their leader.
Swearing what can only be presumed as Qunlat as the sound of the others fighting drowned out most conversation. Tama stood whilst shaking her a head a little she looked at the Templar that had thrown her with deadly eyes, "You are mine now." she stated through gritted teeth her accent thick and violent, before grabbing the templar and slamming his head into the bar earning her a very delightful thud as he hit the ground. However she did not stop there, climbing on top of him she began punching him the feeling of blood already apparent on her bruised knuckles.
"Ok. Now its time." Bull stated to the two men standing next to him, rushing over to a still punching Tama, Bull grabbed her by her waist and lifted her off the now very bruised and bloody Templar, he bit down as she started to kick and punch him instead.
"CHARGERS!" Bull shouted his voice echoing across the now silent Tavern.
"Get your hands off me." Tama screamed still kicking wildly how dare he interrupt her fight.
"No." he simply stated with a commanding voice before throwing her over his shoulder and smacked her ass playfully earning him a new string of curses. He began walking out of the Tavern, "Krem see to it that this is cleaned up." he shouted over his shoulder, readjusting the now quiet Qunari on his shoulder.
Cullen and Varric were still standing in shock as Bull passed them and continued to walk with a soft cursing Tama on his shoulder.
"What was that!?" Cullen asked helping the barkeep up from his hiding spot.
"That Curly was bright eyes, nice girl isn't she." Varric could not help but laugh from his stomach, only Tama could manage this and what story material he had just witnessed.