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in the dark i have no name.
[ cullen hasn't had much time to think about his drink with anders since the day it happened. they've seen each other now and then in passing in the days since, but shared no conversations of note. he hasn't had time to ask him to the tavern again, but once or twice anders has stopped by his office to say hello. just like cullen asked him to.
it's not exactly what he expected. after the champion went into the fade, after the excitement from the ball and celene's assassination was averted, things have been quiet. but that doesn't mean a commander's work lets up. every day there are new men joining the inquisition. many of them are not soldiers. cullen does what he can to train them. a man who doesn't know what he's doing in a battle isn't just a danger to himself, but his brothers and sisters on the field as well.
so, the work is plentiful. when he's finished for the day with his men, there's all kinds of missives to answer, reports from leliana's scouts on the positions of their enemies, letters forwarded from josephine regarding strategic alliances proposed by their new orlesian allies. somewhere on his desk is a half-finished letter to his sister mia. one of these days he'll get around to finishing it.
not today.
he's taking a quiet moment to himself in his office, going over one of his books of maps to distract himself from the shaking in his hands. ]
it's not exactly what he expected. after the champion went into the fade, after the excitement from the ball and celene's assassination was averted, things have been quiet. but that doesn't mean a commander's work lets up. every day there are new men joining the inquisition. many of them are not soldiers. cullen does what he can to train them. a man who doesn't know what he's doing in a battle isn't just a danger to himself, but his brothers and sisters on the field as well.
so, the work is plentiful. when he's finished for the day with his men, there's all kinds of missives to answer, reports from leliana's scouts on the positions of their enemies, letters forwarded from josephine regarding strategic alliances proposed by their new orlesian allies. somewhere on his desk is a half-finished letter to his sister mia. one of these days he'll get around to finishing it.
not today.
he's taking a quiet moment to himself in his office, going over one of his books of maps to distract himself from the shaking in his hands. ]