"You have a deal. I feel as though I should apologize for not realizing what a problem we'd be inviting by coming back in at this time. I'll blame it on the fact that usually, if I'm out at this hour it's with a large, armed patrol, and there are precious few in this city suicidal enough to go after an entire group of Templars. And the fact that you're very distracting and factored way more in my decisions than tactics." Proof that there were things that could take him out of work mode.
He nodded. "As long as you're comfortable with the risk, I don't have an objection. I just don't want to make things awkward or uncomfortable for you." He doubted she was very fond of the man for a variety of reasons. Still, family was family, and he had learned a long time ago not to insert himself into the middle of those sorts of things.
By the time they reached the top of the long, steep staircase, he was no longer able to hide his limp. He gritted his teeth and walked doggedly across the small courtyard between the stairs and the door of the infamous brothel. The guard station there took one look at them and stepped forward. "Problem? District is closed until morning."
Cullen stepped just a little too close to him. "Unless you want to take that up with the Knight-Commander, I suggest you stand down, guardsman." There was no love lost between the Templars and guards in the city, particularly since the death of the Viscount. The man's eyes widened slightly, and he cleared his throat.
"I didn't recognize you out of your armor, Knight-Captain." There was something a little pointed and accusatory in the statement, but it was as far as he seemed willing to take his antagonism. He stepped aside and made a point of looking elsewhere. If he recognized Hawke, too, he didn't give any indication of it.
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He nodded. "As long as you're comfortable with the risk, I don't have an objection. I just don't want to make things awkward or uncomfortable for you." He doubted she was very fond of the man for a variety of reasons. Still, family was family, and he had learned a long time ago not to insert himself into the middle of those sorts of things.
By the time they reached the top of the long, steep staircase, he was no longer able to hide his limp. He gritted his teeth and walked doggedly across the small courtyard between the stairs and the door of the infamous brothel. The guard station there took one look at them and stepped forward. "Problem? District is closed until morning."
Cullen stepped just a little too close to him. "Unless you want to take that up with the Knight-Commander, I suggest you stand down, guardsman." There was no love lost between the Templars and guards in the city, particularly since the death of the Viscount. The man's eyes widened slightly, and he cleared his throat.
"I didn't recognize you out of your armor, Knight-Captain." There was something a little pointed and accusatory in the statement, but it was as far as he seemed willing to take his antagonism. He stepped aside and made a point of looking elsewhere. If he recognized Hawke, too, he didn't give any indication of it.