Solas;
"Enjoying the view, are you?" The female elf was staring at the enormous Qunari beside her with a scandalous grin on her face. Solas had not noticed the Qunari staring at the Inquisitor's backside until Sera so eloquently pointed it out.
"What?" the Iron Bull didn't seem to see the problem "It's an enjoyable view. Well rounded." He shrugged.
"You're not wrong" the elf, it seems, was not going to disagree with her friend but Solas was thankful the wind was in their favour and their voices had only blown back to his ears, not forwards to the Inquisitor's. The pair seemed mildly impressed when the woman in front of them bent down and threw a bow at Sera that she had pulled from the nearby body of the bandit the elf's arrows had brought down mere minutes before.
"Anybody mind if I take some souvenirs? Maybe just a couple of those pronged helmets?" The Iron Bull was in his element, placing two helmets, one atop the other, upon the Inquisitor's head. "You have no idea how stupid you look right now" he laughed loudly as she rolled her barely visible eyes at him. She wore armour, sharp dark metal gauntlets and greaves, over a figure-hugging set of breeches and a hooded black coat, trimmed with the Inquisition's trademark red which covered a blood-red buttoned shirt that was cut low.
"I think I'll put one on each of your horns. If we're lucky, the bandits will drop dead of fright at seeing a three-headed twit." Sera cackled, throwing a staff in Solas' direction. It was of elven make, wooden and strong. This looting thing was not so bad, he thought, even though he felt an outsider still. The three companions before him knew each other well, better than he knew anyone at Skyhold.
The Iron Bull continued after the Inquisitor, following the tracks of a band of bandits, or what they hoped was bandits. "Sera, I have a thought, next time we run into a line of bandits, I'll pick you up and throw you."
The Inquisitor's laugh made Sera's response difficult to hear but she was clearly unhappy at the suggestion. The massive Qunari was persistent though, "No! Look, you and Varric are the only ones small enough for me to throw, and he's pretty dense. This could work! I lob you up over the line, behind the fight. Mayhem ensues."
Sera continued to be unimpressed as the Inquisitor continued to laugh, "Well do some bloody presses! I can't fly you damn tit!"
"Think of the mayhem Sera, Inquisitor, help me out here." The Inquisitor was almost beyond helping anyone, by this point, but managed to join the Bull's chorus of "Mayhem!"
Solas could not help but laugh quietly to himself, they were certainly a colourful bunch, something he was unused to.
The three fought as one cohesive unit, but the Inquisitor made sure to include him when she wasn't walloping a member of the incredibly large band of bandits. The band had been large enough to take out a dragon. Nobody could have prepared themselves for the Inquisitor's reaction, least of all himself. "This is… wonderful! Look at it!" She was practically beside herself with excitement. "This Is a Fereldan Frostback, you can tell by the markings upon the back and the arrangement of the plates and scales." She was quite the expert on Dragons, it seemed, and as the others gathered their scattered loot and arrows she saw fit to inspect the body, chatting to Solas all the while. She found more bodies nearby, of baby dragons the size of Mabari hounds. "They should not have done that. They should have spared the juveniles." Her jaw had tightened, she was obviously annoyed the Bandits had gone so far.
"Can I ask you how you know so much about dragons, Inquisitor?" his interest was piqued.
"I had a lot of time to read in the Circle." She didn't seem to want to elaborate and he did not push her. "Did you hear that?" He had heard it, a faint and sharp shriek, pitiful almost. She moved quicker than he had ever seen another mage move, jumping down from the rocks she had climbed upon to get a better view of the dragon.
She returned before he could follow, clutching what looked to be an armful of blue flames. "Look what I found!" she whispered excitedly, lifting the small creature up for his inspection. The flames, it seemed were of her own making, and had blanketed the incredibly small lizard she was holding, no, not a lizard, he thought, a dragon.
"Can I keep it? Do you think I could keep it?" she looked almost like a child, all cuts and bruises, freckles and hope. "I'm keeping it." She laughed, pulling the animal to her chest, where it climbed about for a moment before settling in the hollow of her shirt, right between her breasts. "The Advisors will have a fit." The idea did not seem unappealing to her, as she clicked her tongue in imitation of what the little reptile was doing, running a hand along its back. It would certainly not be a dull morning.
"Hawke, no!" she snatched the book from the little dragon's reach.
"What did you just call it?" Solas called from behind a bookshelf, she had not realised she was not alone.
"Hawke. Initially it was a joke of Varric's but it sort of stuck. It stops him talking about the champion so often I think, so the rest of the crew seem to like it." She had draped the dragon across her chest, if she hadn't Solas was sure Hawke would have found its way there again, it seemed to be its favourite spot. "Do you happen to know if we have any books on falconry, Solas?"
"Ah, I see. I do not think we do, but If I find one I will bring it to you personally." It seemed she wanted to train the dragon, not only keep it as an adopted orphan. It could either go incredibly well, or terribly, though even the advisors would agree, the sight of the Inquisitor with a dragon was boosting morale, wise or no.
'Thank you, Solas. I think he was the runt of the litter, so to speak. He is so small compared to anything I've ever seen or read about. I'm afraid I'll have to let him go soon though, I promised I would only keep him until I was sure he could survive in the wild. So if you find anything on falconry technique, send word, the sooner he can learn to hunt, the better." So she did not actually wish to keep the dragon, not to use it despite her obvious attachment to it. Perhaps he had misjudged her intentions altogether.
"As you wish, Inquisitor. Also, I am sorry, your dreams are very loud. The Fade does not seem to like you." She took a moment, cradling the dragon to take in what he had said, evaluate what he might have heard or seen while Fade walking.
"There have been people the Fade has loved less." The human woman didn't seem to care much for apologies.