It's a pleasure to teach, he finds. To pass on what he'd learned, so long ago, from the templars at the chantry at Honnleath who didn't have to give a scrappy, stubborn eight-year-old the time of day.

It's also a pleasure to have something on which he himself can focus, so he won't think about what those same templars might say about him passing their lessons on to a mage.





When she's done, Cullen says, simply, "Well done," and holds out the jug of switchel.