"Trust me. I'm not squeamish about that." Cutthroats deserved whatever they got. If they were smart, they'd leave well enough alone. He bent and managed to lift two of the traps in each hand. He'd have to come back for the last. Having his hands occupied had him feeling a little twitchy. He knew he could get off a smite, though, enough to give himself time for his blade. He also knew he had skilled back up.

He shot her a wink and started off. One of the lurkers melted back into shadow and left the other two still talking near the wall. Cullen listened hard and thought he heard a scrape of boot over the rooftop. Were they really going to try that? He headed down to the shack and set the traps down to fish out the key. He knew if he was going to get jumped, it wouldn't be here but on his way back to Hawke. He stashed the traps and locked the door, knowing that things could be stolen just that quickly if he didn't.

It wasn't until he was nearly back with her that the attack came, two men and a woman dropping from the rooftop and the other two closing from the ground. "You picked a bad time to go crabbing," one of them said. It was hard to tell which one. The ones from the roof had cloths tied over the lower halves of their faces.