The Last Part of The Tavern! The crew settles down for the night, but all it takes is a single sneeze and a

snarky mage to make the trip take a turn for the worse. Enjoy this last bit! :)

The Inquisition, fully content, was soon to retire to their rooms. The tavern was now quiet and calm with only a few drunken customers stumbling about, trying to find the door or the way to their rooms. The Inquisitor, one of the last people in the room, finally stood up and made for her room as well. A few steps towards the tavern's hallway, she stopped and noticed a man sitting at a table with his head down. She stared and rushed over to his side.

"Ser, are you all right?" She gently touched his shoulder. There was no response, but his hair was familiar. She leaned down to see his face, but his face was laying in some cold soup. "Cole!" She lifted his head out of the soup and grabbed the nearest table cloth to wipe away the food.

"Did they leave you behind," she asked. Cole mumbled, but she was unable to make it out. She frowned and threw down the cloth. "Come on; let's get you to your room." She made an effort to pick up Cole out of his chair, but he was rather heavy. She looked around for someone to help. No one was in sight. Not even the fat tavern owner. She sighed and grumbled to herself that she'd have to do this the old fashion way.

With a large grunt and pull, the Inquisitor dragged the limp Cole out of his chair. His body hit the ground with a loud thud. "Ow," he whined. The Inquisitor quietly whispered sorry and grabbed his legs. She then lugged his body across the room, occasionally hitting chairs and tables, and then struggled down the hall. Soon she reached his room, but only to be stopped by turning his body into the doorway. It seems his torso didn't want to turn that way. She heaved with all her might, jerking Cole's body against the frame. He hit it with a thump.

She winced, hoping it wouldn't make him angry. Not a peep arose from his badly beaten chest or bruised head. After correcting herself and finally managing to hall his body into the room, she bumped into Dorian, who was standing and silently judging his atmosphere.

"Oh, Inquisitor! I didn't see you there," said Dorian. The Inquisitor dropped Cole's legs, creating a soft whine from his throat and her saying sorry for the millionth time.

He peered down at Cole, shrugging and looking back at the drapes on the windows. "This room is simply ugly. This is definitely not our money's worth," he complained. The Inquisitor opened her mouth to answer, but he stopped her. "Hold on," he said. Dorian's face twisted into an ugly frown, his mouth slightly ajar. He then sneezed very loudly, almost loud enough to wake the dead.

"Ah sorry," Dorian apologized. "What were you saying my dear Inquisitor?" He stared at the Inquisitor, who was transfixed with something in front of her. Her face was distorted with fear and horror. Dorian averted his gaze and saw what she was so interested in. The window's drapes were on fire. Smoke was now filling the room and the fire was quickly engulfing all of the drapes. The tavern's owner rushed into the room and stood beside them. "What happened," he screamed. He was unaware his decorations were aflame. "I smelled smoke, but…" Dorian grabbed the man's chubby bearded chin and rotated his head directly at the flames.

He screamed even louder. "My drapes! They're ruined!" He fell to his knees. Dorian turned his attention to the man.

"Honey, they were already ruined when you bought them. Mhmmm." Dorian snapped his fingers in a pattern that zigzagged across his face and body, and then moved in head in a circular fashion. The man looked at Dorian with perplexity.

"Now is not the time to be snarky, Dorian!" The Inquisitor sprinted out of the room and woke up all of her companions. Together, they ran outside, with Cole in tow, and watched the tavern burn to the ground.

Varric stood beside the Inquisitor and wrapped one of his arms around her waist, wanting to comfort her. She glanced at him for a moment, and then continued watching the soaring flames. Varric sighed. "Well now I know for sure that we have both grand entrances and departures. I believe we're unstoppable."

Through the carnage and crying, a hoarse voice faintly said, "I'm glad that Bull didn't pass gas in there." Cole lifted his head from the dirt and smiled at his new friends.

And that's the end of that. I doubt that would really happen in the story, but a girl can dream. Anyway I want to inform the viewers, on my profile page, there is leaked information about the game. New and old stuff will be posted. I will update it as frequently as I can. It's still in the process of being written, but there's still a great amount of information on there. Message me for questions or simply comment and I will try to get back to you. Thanks for reading :D