"Now this… this I have to write down for a book someday. Looking pretty good there, Inquisitor."

The dwarf chuckled as he headed into Vivienne's room only to see the Inquisitor standing amidst the area, wearing an undershirt and skirt, with a corset, looking even more paler than usual. Dorian and Vivienne were holding two different hued fabrics to her chest, glaring at the intrusion.

"Is there something you need, dwarf?" Dorian said to him as he lowered the fabric and reached for a pink colored silk, "We are busy at the moment, as you surely have noticed."

Varric chuckled as he entered the threshold, "As much as I would like to stay and tell you to continue your business, there is something important that needs our Inquisitor's attention." Idril blinked and looked at him, as he bowed gallantly, "I am afraid our young Cole is missing again, your Inquisitorialness."

Vivienne huffed, "Don't be daft, Varric darling. The demon is probably lingering around the grounds again, 'healing hurts' or some strange drabble."

"All the more reason that she needs to look for him." Varric said, opening his hands, "A demon lingering about the grounds, unchecked?"

Vivienne stopped midway from picking up another silk when Varric spoke, and soon she lowered the silk before turning around and glaring at the dwarf, "You'd better not be lying, Varric."

Varric nodded, "Over something as serious as a missing demon? I assure you, Iron Lady, I am not lying."

Dorian and Vivienne looked at each other and lowered the fabrics they were holding before turning to Idril, "Very well, do look for the boy, my dear. I know you dote on him, and it would be a shame if I end up freezing him alive if I see him."

Idril nodded solemnly, before running towards Varric, who bowed and ran after her just as Dorian shouted, "Fasta vass, woman, wear something over those underclothes…!"

Varric chuckled as they headed down the stairs to Solas' study, who merely smirked and shook his head, and they opened the doors to the ramparts heading to Cullen's tower, which was thankfully empty as the Commander was currently training their troops.

"Did you look in his usual place at the tavern, Varric?" Idril said breathlessly as she stopped running and started walking instead.

"Yeah, he's there." Varric said, and Idril looked down at him in confusion, "Cole was actually the one who sent me. He sensed that you were hurting, and he told me. I said I'd check up on you. Good thing, too… you look like you're about to run out of air from that contraption."

Idril's confused face turned into that of a happy woman, and she bent over and hugged the dwarf, "OH, THANK YOU, VARRIC!"

He laughed out loud before patting her upper back, "You're lucky I'm such a great liar… Vivienne looked at me like she's going to kill me. You'd better head to the Kid, he's worried sick about you. And come down the tavern when you're done with him, I could use a drink."

Idril nodded, and she quickly kissed his cheek, before striding towards the ramparts that headed to the top of the tavern's roof. Varric smirked, and rubbed his cheek, feeling his face warming a bit, before heading down the stairs that led to his friend, the Champion of Kirkwall, Amanda Hawke.

Hawke looked at the Inquisitor, running around the ramparts in nothing but a corset and underclothes, with the rampart guards still saluting her despite her appearance, and she chuckled as she shook her red-haired head, her green eyes sparkling with mirth, as Varric stood beside her, "It's never boring in Skyhold, is it?"

The dwarf laughed as he took the bottle of wine at a cask near the Champion's feet, "No, never boring, my friend."

Hawke laughed again, before the two of them sat down on stools and looked at the castle, "Well, one thing is for sure." She said as she took the bottle from Varric after the dwarf had drank from it, "She still a commanding woman, even in her under clothes."