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[howtoactfereldan]

He will not face Ysalwen in templar plate.

Cullen isn't entirely sure about this whole 'sword instruction for arcane warriors' enterprise, but that's the one thing he is entirely positive about: he will not face one of his former charges like this in the uniform of the Order.

What this means is that after much dithering and fretting -- too much, he tells himself sternly; it's a simple problem, with a simple solution -- he produces simple black leather armor, a purely functional cuirass, and plain pauldrons, vambraces, and greaves.

The goal is to only be the regular, average kind of threatening.

Whatever his goals, Cullen is standing out back looking at the lake in the company of two practice swords, a wooden shield, a slim book with a plain cover, and a jug of switchel at his feet. He is frowning, as though the lake has offended him.

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[howtoactfereldan]

"If... it will help." He still looks a little bemused, but he's not inclined to press. "We'll be here."

[freedom_is_grey]

She stands up, ruffling Liranan's ears before she turns away to head back for the bar.

"I'll know where to find you. Be good."

That last is probably to Liranan.

(Seriously. The longest soak with fragrant bath salts and really soft towels is going to happen as soon as she is inside. Count on it.)

[howtoactfereldan]

Mabari are always good.

...on the other hand, that means she's saying it to Cullen.

"We'll try," Cullen says, dry, looking down at Liralan. "We'll endeavor."

[freedom_is_grey]

"You'll succeed," Ysalwen retorts, something bright in her voice as she moves across the grass toward the bar.

"That's why there's two of you."

And if one of them ends up being a pillow later, there is not a damn thing wrong with naptime. Mabari are excellent for sleeping on.

[howtoactfereldan]

It's true. But Cullen would insist to his grave that his knowledge is strictly theoretical.