The breach had been closed. The Inquisition was successful. The alliance of the mages and Inquisition forces had done something that had been thought impossible. Haven was overflowing the spirits and the drinks that shared the name. The music was loud, the laugher even louder, as finally the Chargers had talked slightly drunken Talia to climb up on top of a table to dance.

"Come on Dancer!" Bull roared, "You're all we got, show us how it's done!"

Talia glanced over at Maryden and gave her a nod as the minstrel picked up the tempo. Krem picked up on the music and stomped his feet, adding a much needed beat for dancing. Slowly, Talia's hips started to shimmy and roll. The other patrons of the tavern started to cheer and clap, or stomp as well, adding to the dance.

Talia smiled and closed her eyes. Her whole body began to move, swaying in the style of an Antivan bellydance, something that her mother had been well known for. It was rare that she danced in recent years, but if today was not reason for it, she could not think of a better one.

The music swelled and she raised her arms above her head to show of her body as it swayed in a serpent like dance. It's seductive nature was obvious and appreciated, though no one would toss coin at this dancer. Bull was less than three paces away, as were the rest of the Chargers, enjoying the dance and song.

She moved with grace, from one end of the table to the other, gyrating and swaying her hips dangerously close to Bulls gaze, knowing he would enjoy the gesture of a dance, even if it wasn't just for him.

Part of the Heralds inner circle had joined in the festivities at the tavern and added their excitement to the music. Varric had found a place next to Bull, where he could watch the show as well as the room. "I guess she can dance!" the dwarf said with a laugh. "I was starting to wonder if it was just a dream that people -wanted- her to dance."

Bull smirked and have the writer a nod. "Oh she can dance, never doubt that."

Varric smiled wider and watched as the Antivan shifted her focus from Bull to him. She lowered herself a little as she moved, though her hips refused to stop moving as long as the music played.

Bull looked away from Talia to see Sera standing in a chair nearby cheering. Her eyes seemed to be fixed on Talia's hips as the dancer continued down the table to the next person.

"You know, Tiny, all we need is Curly to walk in here and it would be a real show."

Bull smiled, "Glad to see I am not the only one-"

"That noticed?" Varric chuckled, cutting the Qunari off, "It is too good to believe! Mercenary bad girl and the white knight? I couldn't write better! The story is so unlikely to actually happen that no one would believe it did."

Bull smirked, and gave the dwarf a nod. "Still, we should be cheering them on, if anything is to come out of it."

"We...could place a little wager on the who's and hows...that is if you could place a wager on Curly and his leather clad infatuation."

"WAIT!" Sera's voice cut through the din, "Anyone...hear that?"

Silence enveloped the once loud tavern. No one breathed. In the icy mountain air a bell could be heard clanging in such a panicked way that only one thing was sure.

"We are under attack! Chargers horns up! Krem meet me at the gate with the others."

"Yes, Chief!" Krem called back as he and a few others scrambled to get their gear. Talia hopped off the table and followed, her eyes already narrowed as she prepared her mind for whatever was to come.