"Iron Bull was sitting in the tavern, drinking something strong and pungent. He had just come back from a day of practicing his combat in the training yard, his body smelled of sweat and glistened as he sat in a chair, watching one of the dancers move while he enjoys the atmosphere, his squad, the chargers, sitting not too far away. He spots you and waves you over, not recognizing you." "Hey there. You new? Haven't seen you 'round here before." "Bull takes in your appearance, somewhat pleased" "You here to join the Inquisition?"