"Maker, what happened here?"

The Seeker stood in front of a table in the darkened tavern, her eyes shocked at the sight that lay before her. On the table, stark naked with a cheese wheel covering his… parts, was the Iron Bull, snoring loudly, with both horns stuck in wooden mugs and a cask of ale. All around him, drunk and asleep in various positions, were the Chargers. Sera was asleep underneath the table, blissfully unaware of the mayhem on top of the table. Her gray eyes looked around to see Idril, bent over and sleeping, sitting some distance from the table, clutching several articles of clothing, which, she surmised, included Bull's pants and harness, Krem's armor, Skinner's dagger, Rocky's hood, and strange enough, Varric's crossbow, Bianca.

"Yeah, that was the last thing I bet before she fell like that." A voice sounded beside her, and she looked down to see Varric, looking tipsy but not fully drunk, carefully prying the crossbow from Idril's arms.

"And why are you not as drunk as they are, Varric?" Cassandra said suspiciously, causing the dwarf to look up at her.

"I know my limits, Seeker, and I know how to take care of our dear Inquisitor." Varric said, grinning at her, "She'll have a horrid headache tomorrow morning, I'm sure. Make sure she gets plenty of rest…"

"So that Josephine can't disturb her, is that it?" Cassandra said, crossing her arms, "You planned this, all along, didn't you? Josephine came to me, half crying because she couldn't find her, and now here she is, conveniently drunk."

Varric laughed, "I wish I had thought of that, but no, I didn't plan it to go like this. She may be the Inquisitor, Seeker, but she needs ordinary days like these to keep her sane." The dwarf holstered Bianca on to his back again as he turned to leave the tavern. "I'll see if that Warden can come by to take her to her room, Maker knows you can't carry her by yourself."

Cassandra sighed as she sat down beside the Inquisitor, but her movements woke the silver-haired elf, and gave her a lopsided-smile, "Hiyaaa, Cassss…" she said drunkenly.

She snorted at the scent of liquor in the Inquisitor's breath, "Maker, how did you get drunk like that?"

"Golden Scythe… Aggreeeeegio… and a liiiiiiiiiitle bit of Antivan wine." Idril muttered as she continued to grin like a fool, "It was… sooooo much fun…"

"And the clothes? How did you get the Bull's pants?"

At this, Idril giggled and put a finger to her lips and made a shushing sound, "Shhhh… I cheated…."

Cassandra laughed a little and shook her head, "Josephine was looking for you all day, Inquisitor…"

But Idril had closed her eyes and muttered, "Don't want… puffy… skirts….", before her head rolled to the side and she started snoring, just as Leliana came in, smiling at her, carrying a blanket.

"You knew about this, didn't you?" Cassandra said as she stood up to greet the spymaster, "You allowed her to get this drunk?"

Leliana smiled as she bent down over Idril, covering her with a blanket, "During the Fifth Blight, the Warden often drank with Oghren and Zevran, and then soon with all of us, even Morrigan. Once, the two of us tried to bring Alistair down, but even though they were both Wardens, she still got drunk faster than he did. She was such a lightweight. She would get drunk faster than I would."

But the Seeker remained unimpressed, "What does that have to do with it?"

"When we went our separate ways… the day she married Alistair… she hugged me." Leliana said fondly, "She said that ordinary days like that when we got drunk was the best for her, because those were the days when she saw our smiles, heard our laughs and our stories… and made her realize that if the Blight continues, our smiles would fade, and we would all fall. The Inquisitor needs to have days like that… so that she would always remember what she's fighting for, just as the Jenna Cousland did."

Cassandra grew quiet, and soon large heavy footsteps echoed towards them as Blackwall entered the tavern and saw them. At the sight of Idril on the floor and of a naked Iron Bull, he laughed a little, "Looked like it was quite a party, a shame I missed it."

She bent over and touched Idril's brow as Leliana moved away to return to her rookery, "Warden Blackwall, please bring our Inquisitor back to her quarters, and tell Josephine to let her rest tomorrow. I will rouse the Chargers out of their stupor, and then I will be speaking to her later this evening with Cullen and Leliana."

The Warden nodded as he bent over the elf, "Certainly. Come now, girl, let's get you right and proper back at your bed."

But Idril opened her eyes a little and looked at Cassandra as Blackwall lifted her into his arms, "I'm sorry… Cass…"

But the Seeker smiled and tucked a strand of the Inquisitor's stray hair off her forehead, "You're forgiven. But next time… when you have a day like this… invite me."