The Mages had already arrived, and a strange feeling hung thick in the air. A night had passed in silence, though it seemed that some of the allied mages expected special treatment on top of being saved from probably the biggest mistake they could have ever committed. Had the Herald not arrived when she did, who knew what an army of Tevinter led mages could have done to southern Thedas.
Some, like Cullen and the newly arrived Madame du Fer, were visibly irritated, while others like Solas and the mysterious Dorian seemed to be at ease. The Inquisition had officially chosen a side in the Mage and Templar war, and like all decisions, left some out in the cold. The Templars that had joined previously, seemed worried, wondering just when the magical sword would drop. Mages were dangerous to begin with, but now freed and so close to the breach had tensions at an all time high. Thankfully, the attempt to close the breach was planned and Maker willing, such tensions would be replaced by celebration.
In the training yard, Cullen stood in silence, even as the din of swords clanging on shields echoed around him. The Templars that Talia had been sent to retrieve still had not arrived, nor had she. With the current state of Haven, those Templars may in the end tip the scale one way or the other for the Inquisition.
"Commander?"
Cullen stood still, still watching the lake, lost in whatever thoughts he had.
"Commander Cullen?" The voice asked again, this time a little worried.
Still the former Templar stayed in place.
"Reporting for duty, Commander. We were told to find you first thing."
Finally, the Fereldan Commander turned his head to see a worn face he had not seen in camp before. It was familiar, but not to the Inquisition. "Ser Marrin?"
"We are here. Not many but, we brought those we could."
Cullen turned his body to take in what was happening. Before him were roughly thirty worn and exhausted looking Templars. Their armor no longer shone with the light of the Chantry, but they were alive and there to help. Questions flooded his mind and showed in his eyes as he looked over the few closest to him. "You help will be welcome to the Inquisition." The Commander managed to finally say.
Ser Marrin, face dirty with some dried blood bowed her head. "You do us the honour of coming for us in our time of need."
Cullen's brows narrowed. "I see. The report can wait until all of you rest, I hope."
Ser Marrin smiled in relief. "We need just a few hours, Commander, then we are at your disposal."