You can't go home again, but you can visit the import shop

[freedom_is_grey]

At least Anders looked at her this time. That's -- something. And he seemed interested in news from home, particularly how the mage and templar co-educational schools are doing.

That is also something. (Perhaps even a great deal.)

And now she's helping make up aid packages in the back of the Fereldan import shop, passing time in useful work while waiting for Isabela to give her the nod that it's safe to head for the docks. Liranan lounges sleepily at her feet.

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[howtoactfereldan]

It is becoming increasingly unpleasant to be Knight-Commander Meredith's mouthpiece in the Order's dealings with the Viscount's office -- not least because Meredith's methods have grown harsh enough that (in private) Cullen has questioned whether there might be better ways.

There never are.

Cullen sighs quietly as he trudges through Lowtown on his way down to the docks. It would be nice to be able to return to the Gallows feeling as though he didn't exist solely to be someone's problem; he should check in briefly with Lirene at the import shop, to see if there's anything a templar could (very quietly) help with. It's not the first time he's done it; Lirene and her assistant, at least, are convinced that he's not sniffing around to cause trouble.

He pushes the door open, gives Lirene a brief, tired smile, begins the exchange of greetings.