It's difficult, to keep their motley group together. Especially with the mages acting like bright, magical lamps screaming HERE I AM all the time, Cullen's got more than his fair share of worries.
And then there's the matter of supplies, especially food. After finding each other, food becomes one of the top priorities, and Cullen, naturally, volunteers for scouting jobs. He stays close to the camp - within shouting distance, because there's no use taking unnecessary risks so early in the arena.
He spots the dwarf woman easily - it's difficult to miss her, what with - well. The all-too-familiar mark. It's that which draws his attention, and draws him out. He doesn't recognize her, but he's familiar enough with the Anchor on Adella's hand - and now Maxwell's - to know what he's looking at.
Another Inquisitor. And chances are - she'll recognize him, though he doesn't even know her name. Strange as it is to see a dwarf with a magical mark on her hand.
"Over here," he calls, stepping into her line of sight carefully, just on the off chance he's a stranger to her.
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And then there's the matter of supplies, especially food. After finding each other, food becomes one of the top priorities, and Cullen, naturally, volunteers for scouting jobs. He stays close to the camp - within shouting distance, because there's no use taking unnecessary risks so early in the arena.
He spots the dwarf woman easily - it's difficult to miss her, what with - well. The all-too-familiar mark. It's that which draws his attention, and draws him out. He doesn't recognize her, but he's familiar enough with the Anchor on Adella's hand - and now Maxwell's - to know what he's looking at.
Another Inquisitor. And chances are - she'll recognize him, though he doesn't even know her name. Strange as it is to see a dwarf with a magical mark on her hand.
"Over here," he calls, stepping into her line of sight carefully, just on the off chance he's a stranger to her.