People came and went from Skyhold day by day with hope and disappointment weighing heavily upon them;at least, that was how Cole saw things. He was always perched in a tree or on the roof of the tavern, lurking in the shadows and listening to the busy minds of those that resided in Skyhold. He had been settled inside the tavern on this day, leaning against the rails of the top floor and quietly watching the growing occupancy of the tavern. His head perked slightly at the sound of a new...interesting mind and his pale gaze watched as a blonde elven male entered the warm tavern.