[ cullen is all but useless in a fight here without his armor or his sword. luckily, this fight he's stumbled upon is the kind one runs from, not the kind one joins in on. pressed against the wall of a nearby alleyway with a steadying hand on his mabari's withers, he watches for a moment before coming to a decision.
he whistles sharply then calls, ] Hawke!
[ once he has the chanmpion's attention, he jerks his head in the direction of the alley he stands at the mouth of. ]
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he whistles sharply then calls, ] Hawke!
[ once he has the chanmpion's attention, he jerks his head in the direction of the alley he stands at the mouth of. ]
This way. We can lose it in the streets.