[Once in his quarters, Cullen hastily, "hastily," dresses. There is sadly no such thing as true alacrity when it comes to armor. He's so relieved to be back in his clothing, he doesn't even care that it will likely be too hot when he's out and about.
He can spend time exploring the place later. He's much more interested in taking the chance for some reconnoitering with someone who has valuable skills he can help him with. If the price of that is a few drinks, so be it.
When he steps off the lift, he looks entirely different, larger, bulkier, and far more sure of himself. The plate mail is gleaming, the fur mantle cleaner than it has been in...ever, if he's being honest with himself, and all of it smells fresh.
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He can spend time exploring the place later. He's much more interested in taking the chance for some reconnoitering with someone who has valuable skills he can help him with. If the price of that is a few drinks, so be it.
When he steps off the lift, he looks entirely different, larger, bulkier, and far more sure of himself. The plate mail is gleaming, the fur mantle cleaner than it has been in...ever, if he's being honest with himself, and all of it smells fresh.
He approaches, boot heels thudding on the tiles.]
Ready. Were you able to find a tavern?