"She sees a kindred soul, perhaps," Solona chuckles. "And he's doing a pretty good job predicting the templars' actions." She takes a gulp of wine again and sighs happily. "Do you always drink like this after your escape attempts?"

Cullen keeps on chatting on with the man. It was nice to actually have conversation that wasn't about planning their next route or bickering with either Anders or Solona.

"So, where are you from exactly then, ser?"

Cullen gulps down his drink, hissing a bit at the burning sensation the alcohol sent down his throat.

"Denerim, actually," Cullen admits.

"Denerim? That's a bit far off, don't you think?"

"A bit, yes," Cullen smiles. "But that's where I was born and raised."