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[howtoactfereldan]

Normally by this time of year there's been at least one storm coming in from the Waking Sea that breaks the humidity -- but no, Kirkwall is unseasonably humid. Because of course it is.

At any rate, that's why Cullen isn't wearing as much plate as he ought. That, and he's in the yard, out of sight of any civilians.

It helps him be faster, he tells himself. Mostly it's just miserable, and he's quite looking forward to plunging his head in a nearby rain barrel.

(It doesn't help that Cullen is currently losing handily. Though if truth be told -- and he'd never admit it -- it feels good to lose like this, winded as he is, muscles burning as they are.)

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[seeking_truth]

"Yes."

It's declaration and vow in one, as she meets his eyes, and said with the same clear forthrightness as before.

"We will."

[howtoactfereldan]

"All right."

Why does it feel so final to say those words? He already told Cassandra that yes, he was in, he'd command the Inquisition's forces. But this is different.

Maybe it's the headache.




Cullen nods, and says, beginning to walk again, "I've considered how best to hand over command of those templars who won't be joining us. We should discuss it. I'd like that to happen soon." Clarify. You're in now. "As soon as possible."

[seeking_truth]

"I am glad to hear it," Cassandra replies, keeping pace beside him.

"Let us make it our very first priority in the morning, then. And we can begin to move forward from there."

[howtoactfereldan]

"I'll have a report ready, with my recommendations."




The ferry's waiting for them. Cullen wonders briefly if Jennet, the pie-maker, is at Lirene's in Lowtown; he's pretty sure that one of her savoury pies might singlehandedly dismiss his headache.

Or that's what he'll tell Cassandra, anyway, straight-faced on the ride over the harbor; that, and it's a very good place to obtain offerings to get mabari to like you. Very important, since she and Ci will be spending a great deal of time together in the days to come.