[ Cullen leans against the wall, and catches his breath. This is hardly worse than a Kirkwall summer in full templar armor, but he has lived in the Frostback Mountains for too long now. A lock of hair slips into his face. He grimaces, and wipes it away, back with the mop of damp curls where it belongs. This should not be the most frustrating part of this event, and yet...
He hears voices nearby, finally. The creatures which prowl the bathhouse are a handful to fight, and he could use reinforcements. Cullen speeds up towards the sound, in case its source has been faring worse in the fights than he did. As soon as the rounds the corner he spots two--
And one is not an ally by far.
Cullen stays back, his sword drawn. This is the first of these creatures he faces, but he has heard the transmission. Heard the best course of action against them, which runs counter to his instincts. Regardless, a frontal attack will hardly be the best choice.
He recognises the man - Dan - now, too, and stands back to wait for his next move. ]
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He hears voices nearby, finally. The creatures which prowl the bathhouse are a handful to fight, and he could use reinforcements. Cullen speeds up towards the sound, in case its source has been faring worse in the fights than he did. As soon as the rounds the corner he spots two--
And one is not an ally by far.
Cullen stays back, his sword drawn. This is the first of these creatures he faces, but he has heard the transmission. Heard the best course of action against them, which runs counter to his instincts. Regardless, a frontal attack will hardly be the best choice.
He recognises the man - Dan - now, too, and stands back to wait for his next move. ]