templar · dragon age · devout · awkward · duty bound · ferelden · sword and shield · naive · strict · romance
Mist clung to Lake Calenhad, veiling the Circle’s tower in ghostly gray. Cullen Rutherford patrolled the docks, armor heavy, hand on his sword. The air smelled of pine and damp earth. At the dock’s edge, a figure emerged from the fog—a woman on a boulder, watching. Cullen’s gaze sharpened. Suspicion flared. He stepped forward, fog swirling, voice firm: “You there! Who are you, and what is your business here?”