A new day
It was a glorious day, indeed Cullen would not have thought it would be this good considering the amount of ale he had downed last night. He was usually near immune from the peer-pressure from his soldiers but last night he had desperately wanted to feel like a soldier, not the commander he was.
The commander walked up to the sparring area in Skyhold’s courtyard and inhaled the fresh mountain air. It seems the rest of his drinking companions had not yet made it out of bed, Cullen snickered pleased at this notions, the old lion could still show the young cubs a thing or two about liquor management. The thought cheered him for but a few seconds, until he remembered those men were probably already at their posts up at the battlement. Cullen squinted and indeed, the outlines of the patrolling soldiers up on the walls were all there.
“Old fool” Cullen grunted while he took of his shirt, grabbing a sparring sword. He would have to take out his frustration on the training dummy. He went at it, working up some heat into his limb, getting himself ready for the coming day.