Cullen sat at his desk, looking over the reports that had just came in. There was a breif knock at the door before Varric let himself in. "Varric, what can I do for you? "The Inquisator asked me to find out how things are going at Stormcoast." "They're going very well actually. No bandit attacks, no rifts opening up. Just our patrols going back and forth.""That's good to know. What's that?" Varric said, pointing at the object in Cullen's hand. "Lyrium." "Where did you get lyrium?" "Blackwall. Some white guy named Blackwall sold it to me." Varric half glared at him. "Cullen, this isn't the answer. You need to get to the root of why you feel you need to do lyrium in the first place. Here's the name of Skyhold's healer, go and see him." Varric said as he wrote the name down before leaving. "Ok." Cullen said before lighting the lyrium bong to smoke it. A short time later, Varric came back. "Hey Cullen, how's it HOLY CRAP! Cullen, what happened?!" Cullen lay on the floor, his armor off from the waist up, rocking back and forth, eyes wide and clutching his shield in a death grip. "Corypheus came and took ma' baby!"