"Yeah, I am."

"Good. Cullen, put together a couple squads. Cassandra, I assume you'll want to go as well?" After affirmative answers from both, she turns back to Bellona. "Anyone else you want to invite along?"

...Hum. "Solas and Varric?"

"Good choices. They have some useful skills."

"And then I can keep bugging them for magic and stories."

Cullen hides a grin behind his hand. "At least the travel won't be boring."

"Not at all."

"...I will let you recruit them," Cassandra decides.

"Do they bother you that much?"

"You have more of a rapport."

"I'm good at making friends, true."

"A helpful talent."

"It's come in handy a few times."

"And maybe a few more, before we're done."

"Talking people into stopping fighting might be a bit beyond me, but there'll be other opportunities..."

"Indeed." Then a bit more coordination work, and the meeting breaks up. They'll be leaving first thing tomorrow.

She goes to find Varric first, then. 

He's lounging by one of the outdoor fires, as is his custom, having conversations with whoever passes by and scratching more words in one of his manuscripts between those.

"What are you writing?" she asks, dropping down over a fence beside him. 

"Oh, hey Shorty," he says, looking up at her. "Just some notes about recent events."

"What for?"

"In case I decide to turn it into a book later."

"Gonna write about me?"

"You're a main character, Shorty. I could hardly leave you out."

"Maybe I should tell you about my life before I came here too."