When Lavellan enters the tavern, it's partly because it's just so damned cold, and partly because it was important to mingle with other people, and keep an ear to the ground, as it were. There were things--and people--she wanted to keep an eye out for. So it was that she arrived, on the look out for whatever hellions were carousing today.

What she didn't expect was for one of those carousing hellions to be the Qunari that had fought by her side, a trusted companion from back the days of Skyhold. And she didn't expect him to be trying to set the tavern on fire. But, maybe, that one was on her.

"Hey!" She shouts, hands on her hips, trying to school her face into some semblance of a frown. It doesn't work, the smile tugging at her lips despite herself. "I'm not your boss anymore! If you burn this place down, I'm not paying for it!"