"Pick up that shield. If this was a real fight you would be dead." Cullen growled, watching one of the newer recruits fail his block yet again. The Commander sighed as his eyes watched the recruit fail once again. Fingers found a way to the bridge of his nose and pinched.

From across the way, the situation was being assessed and processed by a Qunari spy. Each movement was cataloged in the mind of the one-eyed giant. Each gesture gave something away.

"Seven." Bull half snorted with a growl, watching the Commander gaze in his direction yet again.

He pulled his gaze away from the commander and stretched, playing the role that everyone saw and expected, a huge brainless killing machine. They just needed to point and he would run off and kill it. He had heard during one of his random walks around Haven that some of the soldiers hoped that Bull and his chargers would be sent away from haven on some work, not because he made them uncomfortable, but before he deflowered the rest of the women in Haven. The thoughts and whispers that he had heard so far, had made him smile. After all, if they were willing to spread gossip or complain about getting laid, the world was not going to end anytime soon.

The problem was that one of his Chargers was quickly becoming a distraction to what the Chargers were doing there, as well as what the Qunari himself was doing there for the Qun. The Inquisition was doing good work. He wanted them to succeed. The breach had to be closed, and he had no doubts that the Herald would be able to do it, he just wondered how long it would be before Red started digging into the Chargers pasts.

Most were forthcoming with who they were before, though some secrets were kept. As Varric would have said 'spinning a story makes it more believable', but for Dancer, knowing too much could get you killed, or drag some nasty things out of her closet that had nothing to do with her fetish for leather.

With a grunt, Bull headed to the small tavern. His eye scanned as he walked, scouring everything around him for Talia's red armor. It would normally be easy to find as everything around was white, but his little Antivan was more complicated than that. She would be in plain sight, but at times even he would have a hard time finding her. He had asked her if she knew any magic, or if her mother was some kind of seer, anything to explain why she could do the things she did, but Talia would always tell him that he just needed two eyes to see her.

He ducked, so he could enter the tavern and looked around. In the corner, Talia sat alone, bottle half drank in one hand, while twirling a throwing dagger in the fingers of her left hand. Her eyes never changed, but she did shift to push out a chair with her foot. "Hey Big Guy, surprised you are in here so early. Did you break another Chantry sister so soon?"

Bull laughed, but his gaze never left her. "Dancer...you jealous? I told you before if you want a ride..."

"I would rather piss glass." she snorted taking one last pull from the bottle before offering it to the Qunari. "Why are you here so early? Out of sorts for you."

Bull took a pull from the bottle, emptying it all at once. "You are distracting him."

Talia's eyes narrowed. That was interesting, he thought.

"Who."

"From that look you know very well."

Talia flipped the dagger once more then held it so the blade pointed towards her employer, her much larger and stronger employer. "I am distracting everyone. How many Dancing girls do you see around here?"

Bull sighed, "Sadly, none. That is the problem. You stick out."

"So do you, Qunari." Her fingers shifted across the blade as she slid it back into its place in the leather she had wrapped around her forearm. "How many have you introduced to Qunari mating habits in the past week alone?"

"See that is just it," he began, "I put out. I share. You tease and play the leather clad wet dream but never let anyone in. They will dig. You know it."

Talia grumbled. There was no reason for her to argue. No reason to tell him how twice the Commander had just appeared next to her. It was just too much fate, and she hated the thought of anything being predetermined by anyone, especially some Maker that abandoned the world ages ago.

"Dancer, just keep your distance. Do some scouting."

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"Yup."

Talia took a breath and stood up. "I was staying away. He is not a drinker."

"I know." He wasn't sure if she had heard him before she left, but he had a feeling she knew that he knew what she was up too. The Commander was many things, but with so much riding on the Inquisition, Bull couldn't see him sitting with a drink in hand in the middle of the afternoon.