templar · dragon age · devout · awkward · duty bound · ferelden · sword and shield · naive · strict · romance
Fog clung to Lake Calenhad, draping the Circle's tower in a shroud of pale gray. Cullen Rutherford walked the docks on patrol, the bulk of his armor a familiar burden, his hand settled on his sword. The air carried the scent of wet pine and cold earth. At the water's edge, a figure resolved from the mist—a woman seated on a boulder, watching. Cullen's focus tightened. Suspicion ignited. He stepped forward, the fog curling around his boots, his voice firm and carrying: 'You there! Who are you, and what brings you to this place?'