Horses settled first. Shelter next: the tent's sizeable -- Cullen can nearly stand to his full height in it -- but he's almost used to wrangling it.

When the stakes are in, he settles down in front, removing gauntlets and gloves and vambraces, and starts to pull grass out in a circle for a campfire.

"Don't even think about it," he warns Alistair, without turning.