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[cullen_fadewalk]

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I stood far too long in the shadow of the tavern, listening. Like some tragic heroine in one of Varric's novels, torn between going inside and pretending I'm the man I used to be, or accepting who I've become.

It all seems so surreal, that they can be so...bright. Laughing. They were laughing in there. Gallows humor, perhaps, or the mania at the end of the world. I've seen it before, and I've seen those manic forces gutter and burn out.

I can't let that happen. I have to, to prepare, to fortify, to defend, to-- To do something to keep steadily moving forward. Whether it's helping to solve the mystery or making sure we are equipped to face whatever might come, I have to keep busy. I have to keep my mind busy.

I also have to maintain control of the arms and armor.

Because standing there, listening to them in that tavern, I couldn't help but think...we don't know each other. We don't know what any of us is capable of. We don't know that trust and laughter and companionship won't be rewarded by a flick of a knife and a bloody smile. And I don't want to be the person who thinks that way, but I can't not. I've seen it too many times to trust.


Public post
My name is Cullen, and I am the commander of the Inquisition's armies and Skyhold. I've taken inventory of the armory, the smithy, and the requisitions office and gathered all weapons and armor--including enchanted items. If you require weaponry, please see me.

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[serafadewalk]

[The doodle that follows is somewhat inscrutible, but seems to be a picture of a sign that says, 'Don't' being held in the paw of a very grumpy faced lion.]

[cullen_fadewalk]

I can't fault the accuracy. Well met, Sera.

[serafadewalk]

Pff. You ready to forgive the horse [the words limanant, lemonmint, and linmannit are all scratched out] goo in your hair glop, then?

[cullen_fadewalk]

I'm even ready to forgive the damn table.

[serafadewalk]

Well, if you can forget the drawing of yer wing wang that we put up in the Rest by Bull's squat and Dorian did a proper forging like you signed it, then you can forgive a little wobbly knobble, yeah?

You got something I can put an arrow in yet? And where's the bloody Herald? [The lines of Sera's scribbly script are erratic and hard to read, but the last question seems to be sharper and darker.]

[cullen_fadewalk]

Yes, thank you for that reminder, Sera.

Keep your arrows ready. We'll figure out how to fight our way free soon.

[serafadewalk]

[the scribble is of a fear demon with an arrow through its head]