"He might manage to distract all of us enough to keep us civil." Of the three, Cullen was the least likely to get openly combative verbally unless really pushed to it. He wasn't a volatile sort.

"It has to be tiring and annoying. People who wouldn't give you the time of day suddenly falling all over themselves now that you have influence." He could have said a good deal more, choosing to hold it back. He didn't want to turn the subject around to himself and his experiences with Kirkwall's elite.

"I heard...lots of things." Frustrating things out of the Blight. So many Templars had gone to fight, answered the call to arms, while he cooled his heels in far off Greenfell. It didn't surprise him at all that the Chantry there did what it could to save the others, a doomed effort. He could tell from her look and tone it wasn't a good topic of conversation.

He wrestled the oars into the oarlocks and resumed rowing. The sun was fully set now, and it would be a little while before moon rise. They were stuck with the lantern. He intended to shutter it once they were in place with the traps set. There was no sense in making themselves easy targets in a salt marsh.