Whenever the Herald of Andraste left Haven, everyone not taken on her latest quest tended to get a little… bored. Being part of the Inquisition, but left with nothing to do, made for strange bedfellows. Or, at least, so went the reasoning of the six assembled party members gathered around for a game of Wicked Grace. Sera had wanted something to do, which led to her rounding up Iron Bull, who talked Blackwall into a game, who went and fetched Dorian, who somehow managed to rope Cullen into what Varric was now convinced would be the most interesting game of Wicked Grace ever played at Haven. Now if only they used the war room to play in…
"Cullen, you were a Chantry man. Mind if I ask you a religious question?" Iron Bull asked, passing the cards to Sera to shuffle.
"I don't claim to be an expert, but I'll answer what I can," replied Cullen, looking intrigued at the thought.
"If Trevelyan is really the Herald of Andraste – and I'm not sayin' she is, mind you, just for conversational purpose – that makes her holy, right?"
"Well… Yes. If you accept that Trevelyan is Andraste's chosen, she should be revered as such," said Cullen.
"What's Chantry policy on whacking off to a holy icon?" Iron Bull casually asked, and Blackwall snorted some ale out his nose.
"What?" asked the Commander of the Inquisition's armies, face a flaming red and frozen in a look of disbelief.
"You know, polishing the staff, choking the Arishock, waxing the Wyvern –"
"I understood you," Cullen said, voice strangled, "I just – Maker, why?"
"She is somewhat attractive, if you're inclined towards that sort of thing," acknowledged Dorian, making a mental note of exactly how embarrassed Cullen looked.
"The Chantry made a statue of Andraste invisible to curb those sorts of… thoughts," Cullen said, looking very much like he would like to die on the spot, "So, yes, it would be a sin to… look upon Treveylan in that way."
"So thinkin' about her when you're skinnin' the nug is a sin? And you people wonder why I'm not the religious type," said Sera, ignoring Cullen burying his face in his hands as she drew another card.
