There was so much to do around the hold, Cole was bound to have a great deal to do over the time that they were gone. The Inquisitor's party was the first to return, looking worn out and bruised up, but otherwise no worse for wear. The Iron Bull looked disgruntled, standing quietly at the Inquisitor's side before returning to the Herald's Rest.
The Chargers' return was later in the day, getting on toward sunset, and all of them were either limping or holding themselves up on their weapons. They'd had a hell of a mission, and most of them looked satisfied with the way things had turned out. Krem was no exception, though he was favoring one of his sides, the end of his maul being used as a crutch. Part of his chestplate was dented inward but he'd refused to take it off. He stopped over near where he'd seen Bull and the Inquisitor talking, before making his way up through the tavern and straight to his quarters. He paused at the door at the top to see if Cole was standing amid his belongings, before heading out again. He was tired enough to lay on his face and sleep in his leathers.
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The Chargers' return was later in the day, getting on toward sunset, and all of them were either limping or holding themselves up on their weapons. They'd had a hell of a mission, and most of them looked satisfied with the way things had turned out. Krem was no exception, though he was favoring one of his sides, the end of his maul being used as a crutch. Part of his chestplate was dented inward but he'd refused to take it off. He stopped over near where he'd seen Bull and the Inquisitor talking, before making his way up through the tavern and straight to his quarters. He paused at the door at the top to see if Cole was standing amid his belongings, before heading out again. He was tired enough to lay on his face and sleep in his leathers.