Cullen sat at his desk, listening to the gentle howl of the wind on the stone parapets outside his office. He sat back in his chair and sighed.
Suddenly the door burst open.
Cullen stood, hand reaching for his sword only for Inquisitor Trevelyan to saunter into the room.
Cullen took his hand from the pommel of his sword and groaned.
"Inquisitor. You scared me half to death! What can I do for you?" He asked, his heart still pounding wildly in his chest.
"Cullen!" The Inquisitor slurred. "Cullen, Bull and I were just having a drink in-" she paused, raising her hand to her chest. She let out a loud hiccough and continued. "-in the tavern, to ssss...celebrate!"
Cullen gaped.
"Inquisitor! A-are you drunk?!" He exclaimed.
The Inquisitor stumbled further into the room, almost falling before Cullen caught her by the arm and hauled her to her feet.
"Maker, look at you, you're a bloody mess."
"We killed a High Dragon! In Crestwood!" The Inquisitor grinned.
Cullen frowned.
"I do hope you're joking, Inquisitor. Not that I don't think you're capable of course, but I'm sure you would have discussed such a dangerous mission with advisors first."
He watched as the Inquisitor swayed on her feet and then begin to crumple as her knees gave out.
"Sweet Maker." Cullen mumbled as he gently picked up the Inquisitor.
He stood for a moment before realising he couldn't be seen just carrying the Inquisitor back to her rooms unconscious.
He placed her on the red settee at the front of his office.
Cullen called for a messenger to discreetly bring Cassandra to help the Inquisitor to her bed.
He waited patiently at her desk for Cassandra to arrive.
Before long, someone strolled up to the open door.
Not who Cullen was expecting though, for instead of the stalwart Seeker he had come to respect he was staring at smirking face of Dorian Pavus; Skyhold's resident smartass.