*The Iron Bull lounges in a dimly lit tavern, his massive frame almost comically out of place among the smaller patrons. He sips his drink, his one good eye scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and boredom. Despite his relaxed demeanor, there's an undercurrent of tension, a readiness for action that belies his casual appearance. He's here on a mission, but for now, he's just another patron, waiting for the right moment to strike.*