Day 1: Alive
Iron Bull sighed. Tal-Vashoth. He'd fought them for so long, and now he'd been declared one. Granted, he'd never been the best adherent to the Qun, but now he might become mad without its guidance.
"Hey! Chief!" Krem appeared at his shoulder. "You look like you need another drink." he motioned at Cabot to refill their mugs. "Or maybe we should get something stronger. You still have the stuff you drank with the Inquisitor?"
Bull shook his head. "That's for when we kill dragons, Krem al a Krem. Stuff's pretty hard to find."
"Ah well." Krem took a swig from his mug. "You should come to the table. Skinner's on one of her rants about the shems."
"Be there soon." As Krem headed back to the table, Bull watched Skinner gesture wildly while the others cheered her on. The Chargers were a rowdy group, and they kept life interesting. With the Chargers around, he felt more alive than he ever had under the Qun.
