Alistair eyes Cullen with marked skepticism. He's planning something. Alistair can tell.

But he doesn't object to the choice. Once he's assembled a small pack -- precautionary provisions, a healing potion or two -- and strapped a dagger to his belt just in case, they turn left to begin their walk around the lake.






Ten minutes later:

"Cullen!"

(He's laughing at the sight of the wall, at least?)