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[happiertimes]

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[tevinteraltus]

Indeed, Cullen, but you've seen the sort of trouble Iona is wont to rustle up.
Ah. Actually, I suppose you haven't, have you?

Regardless, does the guard have access to Lyrium potions?

[happiertimes]

No, I've not seen her in action, but if she's anything like Mahanon, trouble finds her.

And I've not seen any sort of potions at all. Lyrium of any kind seems to be a rather far-reaching hope. Five minutes, Pavus.

[tevinteraltus]

It does, that's true.

It takes longer than that to get to the train depot, Cullen.

[happiertimes]

I'm not at all surprised that that's the case.

Also, if you've time to whine, then I suggest you use it to hurry up. I'll meet you at the depot nearest the wall in half an hour. Any more than that and we've given her too much of a head start.

[tevinteraltus]

She has survived physically walking the Fade twice now, you know. Do give her a bit of credit.

[ And this only because you're rushing him, Cullen. ]

Half an hour. No more.

[happiertimes]

I haven't forgotten, but that only signifies how reckless she can be when she thinks the need is there.

[Well, in that she's so similar to the Inquisitor he knows, but the similarities are too blinding for him to ignore them anymore.]

I'm glad to see we're in accordance.

[tevinteraltus]

This isn't about need, Cullen. This is to satisfy a curiosity.

[ And, as though this still requires statement. ]

That's worse.

[happiertimes]

She wants to satisfy her curiosity so she's decided to go outside the Wall?

You're right that it's worse, and yet I'm not at all surprised.

[And when Dorian finally shows up, Cullen is going over his personal inventory for a third time.]

It's good to see that your punctuality wasn't a fluke. Do you have an idea of what direction she's headed in?

action;

[tevinteraltus]

Occasionally I can be motivated to prompt action, either by obligation or libation. A man must have his priorities, Commander.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Not precisely, no, though I wager she'll head in any direction that seems particularly interesting. I haven't ventured beyond the wall, myself.

action;

[happiertimes]

Indeed.

[Cullen's always had his, but it's nice to see that Dorian's are definitely something he can understand.]

I've been a few times, but most of my patrols don't go more than a few kilometres. I suppose this is as good a time as any for an adventure to find our wayward Inquisitor.