"Cassandra, you closed the Rift. Well done."
The man looked at the woman before him, clad in armor with three more people behind her. He had recognized the dwarf, the blonde and stocky Varric Tethras, for he knew him during his tenure as Knight-Captain in Kirkwall. Beside the dwarf was a tall, bald elf, looking warily around at his soldiers, and he remembered him as Solas, the elven apostate that came to them when the Temple of Sacred Ashes exploded a few moments before. Cassandra Pentaghast's stern, sharp face looked at him, her pixie hair rifling a bit against the wind as she shook her head. "Commander Cullen, it wasn't me. It was the prisoner's doing. She closed the Rift and saved us all."
The man nodded, his curly hair staying (thankfully) in order on his head as the feathers on his coat blew a bit with the wind as he looked behind the Seeker to see the fourth person…a woman, behind her. Slowly the woman turned around, and when she finally saw him, he felt a pang of nostalgia as he looked into her eyes.
The woman was, by his standards, rather beautiful. She was rather… curvaceous, holding a staff behind her, and immediately he knew she was a mage. She had a heart-shaped face, a slender nose, and full, red pouty lips that were set in a grim line at the seriousness of their situation. She sported vividly red hair that made her fair skin seem whiter, piled up on her head like a bun, with a few tendrils framing her face. But it was her eyes that drew him in the most, for they were almond-shaped, and sparkled green like an emerald in full light. He hadn't seen green eyes like that since …
Since he was a templar at Kinoch Hold.
But he shook himself mentally as he nodded at the woman, "You must be the so-called 'Herald'. I risked a lot of my men to get you here."
The woman, the Herald, nodded, "Then I hope I can be of help."
Cullen nodded at her, "Our soldiers have cleared up a path to the bridge. We'll try to hold off the demons for you. But you must hurry."
Cassandra nodded, "I understand. Give us time, Commander."
He nodded and looked at the woman again, her bright green eyes glazed with what seemed to be fear and worry, "Maker, watch over you. For all our sakes."
The four people he was speaking with nodded at him, and he turned around, seeing one of his soldiers limping. "Come here, boy. Let's go." He said, as he looped the boy's arm around his shoulders. As he helped the soldier away from the fighting, he couldn't help but think back at the woman, and for a moment, he had the sudden urge to fight demons again.