Confinement
@ridethebull Tavis was making his way towards the healers place when he heard the rumors. No, definitely not rumors. the Herald really did leash the apostates. He overheard soldiers talking about what happened and a deep frown formed on his face, a hand balling into a tight fist at his side. That was the first time he heard the news, and those soldiers were actually celebrating it, which absolutely disgusted him. He was deeply worried as well, what would that mean for him? He was essentially as much of a captive as they were, and what would happen once it was over? He immediately went to the Tavern, knowing full well that the Iron Bull would be there over anywhere else. This time it wouldn’t be for drink and pleasant company. No, he wanted to know what the hell the man was thinking. Pushing his way through the door, he saw the qunari sitting there and his frown deepened. He tried to control his anger, schooling his features with a cold expression but his green eyes were scalding. He sat next to the man, leaning against the bar and a deep sigh escaped him. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by your decision. So, do you plan to put me in chains as well?.” He asked dryly.
















