Cullen starts in the direction opposite from where he came before. He brushes his cloak back as he walks. Two masks hang at his belt underneath. He frees one, and hands it to Leliana.
"We can still avoid the spores for now, but we might not have the option later."
Arguably it would be prudent to wear the mask at all times, just in case, but-- Cullen cringes at the thought. He's always loathed helmets, enough to risk combat without them. The prospect that the need will outweigh his aversion this time doesn't sit well with him.
He opens another door and looks inside, nodding at the wardrobe.
"Supplies are getting scarcer. Some of the closets yield nothing at all, their power-- I wonder if something is depleting their strength, or if they hold out on us deliberately."
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Cullen starts in the direction opposite from where he came before. He brushes his cloak back as he walks. Two masks hang at his belt underneath. He frees one, and hands it to Leliana.
"We can still avoid the spores for now, but we might not have the option later."
Arguably it would be prudent to wear the mask at all times, just in case, but-- Cullen cringes at the thought. He's always loathed helmets, enough to risk combat without them. The prospect that the need will outweigh his aversion this time doesn't sit well with him.
He opens another door and looks inside, nodding at the wardrobe.
"Supplies are getting scarcer. Some of the closets yield nothing at all, their power-- I wonder if something is depleting their strength, or if they hold out on us deliberately."