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[ataashihunter]

WHO: The Iron Bull and Open
WHERE: Fountain and Inn
WHEN: July 16th
OPEN TO: OTA. Please only one person for the fountain, then everyone for the inn
WARNINGS: Flirting, swearing, spoilers for Dragon Age Inquisition/Trespasser

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Fountain Early Morning July 16th

It had been a day. A few days really. He had had had a bad feeling when they had gone to the Darvaarad. He knew they would be meeting other Ben-Hassrath but not that he would be offered a place back with the Qunari. Not that it had been a choice. The Qunari had tossed him aside, put a bounty on his head and tried to kill him. Fair enough that he had broken one of their core tenants but that sort of treatment wasn't going to have him coming back like a loyal dog. That didn't mean he was all happy now, there was an uneasiness in his guts that he decided to settle with booze and lots of it.

He isn't sure how long he'd been out when cold water wakes him roughly. Cold water all around him, crushing against him. He has to fight the urge to gasp for air as he opens his eyes and sees that he is underwater, there is a faint light above him and he swims for it instinctively. The horns make swimming hard for Qunari but now he is functioning more on instinct than anything else. He breaks the surface at the same time as a mighty lighting cracks overhead and for a second he can see the walls of the fountain clearly as well as the village around it. He makes for the edge of the fountain and the thunder hides his grunts as he manages to pull himself out.

He needs a few moments to catch himself, laying on the cold wet but thankfully solid ground, coughing up water and thanking the stars he is alive. Then he laughs, adrenaline making him giddy for having survived that.

Inn Evening July 16th

After getting inside the inn, getting dried off and out of his wet clothes (how did they manage to get scrubs over his horns?) and a bit of a nap to sleep of the worst of the hangover he staggers downstairs to find out what kind of place this is and what sort of people are here. He isn't wearing a shirt because he isn't going to fight those again, but pants and boots. He looks around the inn and finally settles by the fire, talking to anyone who seems interested in a chat.