[ Well, he's not exactly storming Skyhold, but he is an angry, glowing elf. He stands in the main hall, glowering at anyone who makes eye contact, arms crossed over his chest. Tapping his foot irritably against the plush carpet. There's a rolled-up parchment sticking conspicuously out of his belt, a letter from Varric. A letter detailing certain recent adventures in the Fade, and the nearly lethal cost thereof. He'd received it three days and ten hours ago, which happened to be the precise amount of time it took him to open the letter, read it, and then immediately stomp his way here.
When he sees Hawke approaching, he lunges. Grabs him by the collar.
i love wild demands
When he sees Hawke approaching, he lunges. Grabs him by the collar.
Growls. ]
We need to talk.