[ Light floods the area, and Cullen's eyes slowly adjust. It shouldn't be, and yet-- ]
It's- you. The Apostate. [ No. ] The Apostate. [ No, Maker, why? ] Th-- [ Cullen groans.
He glares at- Anders, why can he not speak it? - apprehensively. His heels dig into the muddy earth until they find better footing. He steps closer. Unwise, but less so than having no way to retaliate from a distance. The mage is capable of a great many things of his own, and with Corypheus now linked to the Grey Wardens this encounter does not bode well in the slightest. ]
There seem to be few places to come from but the woods. [ Or so it appears, but of course the truth is another. A beat. ] The Winter Palace in Halamshiral, but you must know that.
[ Cullen would prefer to sound more certain on that matter. He watches Anders warily. ]
no subject
It's- you. The Apostate. [ No. ] The Apostate. [ No, Maker, why? ] Th-- [ Cullen groans.
He glares at- Anders, why can he not speak it? - apprehensively. His heels dig into the muddy earth until they find better footing. He steps closer. Unwise, but less so than having no way to retaliate from a distance. The mage is capable of a great many things of his own, and with Corypheus now linked to the Grey Wardens this encounter does not bode well in the slightest. ]
There seem to be few places to come from but the woods. [ Or so it appears, but of course the truth is another. A beat. ] The Winter Palace in Halamshiral, but you must know that.
[ Cullen would prefer to sound more certain on that matter. He watches Anders warily. ]