[STREET NAMES... Dorian heaves a long sigh because he doesn't know where to begin with that, pocketing his phone and heading for the workshops.

It isn't particularly to find Cullen once entered the room. The combination of his dress, his head of hair, and likely confused composure makes him quite easy to tell apart from the more modern arrivals. Dorian comes up from behind him, grasping his shoulder with a disapproving tut.]

You probably aren't learning a thing, are you? I should have known. Chantry men probably aren't suited for academics. [Hi, Cullen. Good to see you.]