<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/44f4197ba605fabb8f4c9e48fed2745e/tumblr_mvzmjvJitJ1rnvzt5o1_250.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kain Valerian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Room > Skyhold Great Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Juliette, Tevinter Messenger<br/><hr/><br/>The sun was barely up when Kain's dreamless sleep suddenly ended and he shot up in his bed, drenched in a cold sweat. He looked around his large and empty room, bewildered and confused for all of ten seconds before realization and the memories of last night flooded back to him in a rush. "Andraste's knickers...my head is killing me." Sitting up, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes before walking over to the balcony overlooking the mountain pass where Skyhold had stood for centuries. "Never get tired of that view." He leaned on the railing of his balcony and took it all in, but suddenly the look of serenity on his face changed to panic and he ran back inside into his private lavatory.<br/><br/>He voided the contents of his stomach into a bucket for almost a full thirty seconds before there was just nothing left and he leaned back against the wall. "How do they keep convincing me into those drinking games?" He remembered the night in question like it was yesterday because...well it was yesterday. After a long day of negotiations with two Fereldan houses arguing over a lands trade agreement, he went down to the Herald's Rest for a drink and a good time with his friends and the forces of the Inquisition forces. He was only three tankards of ale down when he got challenged to a game of cards with the Skull Crackers, a small elite force of Qunari warriors and mages, as well as a few guards.<br/><br/>The game went long into the night and rules kept getting added in at random. Everyone ended up drinking so much that most of them passed out right there in the tavern; which of course wasn't a rare sight in this place. Only he and Lurz, the Cracker's captain and one of the meanest looking Qunari he'd ever seen finished the night out. "Another night of rousing fun with the Inquisitor. Next time<em>you'll</em>be the one drunk under a table and cuddling a lute, Kain."<br/><br/>He slurred and laughed, pushing a very drunk Kain who almost tipped over. "Yeah well...well shut it, Lurz. Not my fault Mortis can't keep hold his liquor." He didn't really have a good comeback, so he waved his friend off and began the long walk back to his quarters. Then he woke up and now he was nearly sprawled out on his floor. "Good times, heheh." Standing up, he brought the bucket with him and waved his hand over the top of it.<br/><br/>The vomit under the influence of his magic was transmuted, and in a few seconds it was just hot soapy water. With bucket still in hand, he walked over to the balcony and threw it out into the air. "Good riddance. This hangover is already enough of a reminded of last night." His head was pounding, but that didn't mean he got to take a day off from being Inquisitor. He was still new to this position, and he wanted to prove to everyone their trust in him wasn't misplaced. So he cleaned himself and donned his armor, then headed down toward the Great Hall to get his day started proper. The walk from his quarters downstairs was sobering, but it didn't make the dull ache in the back of his skull go away, so when he neared the door to the great hall and heard arguing, he sighed into his hand.<br/><br/>"I had to drain the barrel last night, didn't I?" Well it was a lesson learned at least; and hopefully this time it would stay learned. Opening the door, he strode out and walked toward Juliette and the Tevinter man. "There are<em>always</em>more important matters for me to attend than the last. I am the Inquisitor after all. That doesn't make this man's request unimportant however." Like many others, he bore no love for the average Tevinter. A few were okay, but on the whole they were elitists and insufferable. But it was his duty to suffer them, and so for now he did.<br/><br/>He couldn't manage a full smile with the hangover beating at his temples, but he got something good enough plastered on his features as he stopped slightly behind Juliette. "Now Juliette, let's not torment the man." Stepping closer, he leaned down to whisper in her ear and put a gentle hand on her shoulder.<em>"He's already Tevinter. That's punishment enough don't you think."</em>Standing back up, he eyed the messenger and nodded politely. "You have business with me; well let us speak business."