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howtoactfereldan) wrote2016-02-15 11:08 pm
howtoactfereldan) wrote2016-02-15 11:08 pm
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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.)
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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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.