Advice

Shutting her door behind her, Bandit stepped into the main hall of Skyhold. She was greeted with her throne, where she decided judgements. Many agents were acquired when she sat here. Just as she has personally beheaded a few people as well. She touched the throne absently, feeling one the gold decorative spikes. So many hard choices had to be made. She looked up to the candlelit chandeliers above-- giving the hall a relaxing feel to it. Day by day, Skyhold grew better. Most of the repairs were done. She was going to speak with The Smith to decorate the place. Make it seem official, and to any nobles visiting... that they were staying. They were a force to be reckoned with. At least that's what Josephine would tell the Qunari, and she trusted her Antivan Advisor highly.

There were quite a few people chattering about. A woman in a silken, Orlesian dress walked by, fixing the mask upon her face as she gave a bow of her head.

"Inquisitor." The masked woman greeted. Bandit kept a steeled face as she nodded in return. Words weren't exactly her thing. The less she said to important people-- the better. She had just finished bathing, so she was changed into her teal and purple casualwear, and her hair clung to her face and neck a bit. Normally, such a thing would bother her, but in this case, she had more on her mind. Fixing the belt, she eyed around the place. She needed advice. But, who to ask? Who to reveal that she didn't have all the answers? Who to reveal such a tender side of her?

Varric? No-- he'd embarrass her and tease her too much. Cole? Didn't understand humans enough. Dorian? Maybe... If she could stomach playing up his ego more. Vivienne? They weren't that close.

"Inquisitor!" A scout ran up to her, breathing heavily. She leaned forward and propped herself up by gripping her thighs. "A group of Qunari claiming they know you are making their way up." She panted urgently. "They claim to know you-- but fail to give evidence. They're armed."

Bandit frowned. Was it because of The Iron Bull? The Anchor appeared to flare up, glowing an ominous green with her anger as she snatched the one-handed sword from the scout and immediately began to head to the gate to see these Qunari. A few curious eyes followed from a safe distance.

The Inquisitor skipped steps all the way down to the gate. People moved out of her way as she walked with such purpose. That, and her face suggested she'd shove anyone aside that was in her way. The Vashoth was not going to budge to anyone. She looked to the group of Qunari that stood in the shadows and stopped yards before them.

"Who are you?" The red-head hissed sharply, the blade pointed toward the group. They moved into the light, and she looked them over. A few humans and elves were mixed in the predominantly Qunari group. Her eye twitched as she was caught off-guard by their armour. It was all too familiar. She relaxed her stance, but she wanted nothing more than to drop her sword and show how truly shocked she was.

"What? You don't remember us, Adaar?" A woman emerged from the midst of the group. She was tall and had very dark grey skin. White and red vitaar was drawn upon her face, leading up to her sawed-off horns. Her messy white hair framed her face, chopped and scraggled as if Sera had cut it. She placed her hands on her hips, oozing confidence in her leather and light scale armour.

It was the Itwa-adim; her old mercenary group. And none other than before her... was a face she had longed to see.

"Asaara?" Bandit breathed. The Inquisition's leader steeled her face once more after a split second of a lapse and cleared her throat. She held her hand up to the soldiers that had their bows trained onto them. "At ease." She informed them. "I know them." The stunned warrior turned toward the scout whom she'd stolen the sword from, having followed behind The Inquisitor. She gave the sword back with staggering force. All compensation for being stunned.

"Are we just going to be stared at? Or, are you going to welcome us in?" Asaara snorted with a cocky grin. Bandit kept her face expressionless.

"Your men can go to the tavern." The Herald declared, loud enough so people could hear, and know to let them be. "You will come with me." She spoke a bit quieter with those words, gesturing with her head. With a turn, she began up the steps. Word must've spread fast, as her Advisors were upon the steps overlooking the scene. As Bandit passed them, she told them, "Treat my men well." Asaara gave a grin as she, too, walked past. Josephine gave a bow of her head and a slight curtsey of respect to the dark Vashoth before the two disappeared into Bandit's chambers.