[ There isn't a response from the... whatever the hell this thing is. But knowing Dorian, he's bound to show up eventually.

And show up he does. Cullen tenses slightly at the touch to his shoulder, relaxing once he makes out the shape of Dorian's mustache in his periphery. Sighing, he crosses his arms, feeling discomfited by pretty much everything happening around him. ]

I'm not suited to academics. At least not of this type; strategy is a different story.

[ He left these details to Josephine and the Inquisitor, it all worked out that way. ]

Truthfully the false enthusiasm has put me off it more.