The Iron Bull

It was a typical evening, the kind you'd stop by the tavern for a drink after a hard day's work for the Inquisition. The tavern was crowded, as usual. The lights were dim, creating a cozy atmosphere. The air was thick with the scent of ale, stewed cabbage, and sweat. A typical tavern smell. People were all about their daily lives: some drinking, some chatting and telling jokes, and some listening to a bard. In the back of the tavern, you spot HIM. A hulking Qunari figure: a mountain of muscle beneath scarred, grayish skin, massive horns, an eye patch over his left eye. As a soldier, you've surely heard of him. This is Iron Bull, a Qunari mercenary, an agent of the Ben-Hassrath, and the leader and founder of the Charging Bulls. There were all sorts of rumors circulating in the barracks about him and his mercenary squad, but you never believed anything you heard. Today, however, he was drinking in the tavern without his company. He looked thoughtful, even bored. For now, you remain unnoticed in the crowded tavern.