I’ve been thinking a lot about my canon Inquisitor Sohren and his love interest, the Iron Bull, at the start of Veilguard. They were early-to-mid 30s during the events of Inquisition, which means they’ll both be pushing 50 at the time of Veilguard.
Sohren, a two-handed dagger rogue, took the loss of his arm very hard. Post-Trespasser, he realized that his days on the battlefield were basically over. He pledged to remain at the head of the Inquisition, but took on a more advisory/desk-job role. It was a tough transition mentally and physically.
Post-Trespasser, Bull continued to lead the Chargers on raiding missions for a few years, helping the Inquisition by chasing down leads and making money from jobs. But eventually his hard life of fighting caught up to him. His ankle, injured in Seheron when he was younger, had by then deteriorated to where he could barely walk on it, not to mention the litany of other broken bones and scars he’d acquired over the years. With a bittersweet feeling, he passed leadership of the Chargers over to Krem and retired from mercenary life.
Now Bull and Sohren, inexorably broken and changed by the events of the past 15 years, have gotten a message from an old friend: a note scrawled hastily on a torn-out title page of an old copy of Hard in Higtown — Tracked down Chuckles. New crew and I are going to follow up on this lead. My assistant, Rook, will be in contact with further info soon. V.