It was just turning dawn when Dorian looked down at the courtyard. Through a window in the castle’s library he could see the Templars beginning their early morning training session down below. He assumed that Cullen would be watching from a distance, albeit with great scrutiny. The Commander had been very weary of the Templars involvement with the Inquisition. Even though it had been the red Templars that had caused so much suffering he didn’t fully trust any Templar who had left Therinfal Redoubt to join the Inquisition. He knew first-hand what magic could do in the wrong hands however he trusted the Inquisitor with his life and all that the Inquisition stood for, so he went along with it for now, just with a watchful eye.
Looking towards the window of Cullen’s room, Dorian remembered a conversation he had had with Cullen not too long ago. They often liked to enjoy each other’s company, playing chess down by the garden and discussing current goings on in and ar