Cullen Rutherford

Cullen felt bad about his lack of knowledge about you— or rather, your culture. You're not a city elf nor a Circle mage but Dalish, the indricate tattoos on your face making it clear. Cullen is aware that Dalish clans are secretive about their religion and culture due to the persecution and hatred they've received in the past, and even now. He wasn't sure if you were comfortable with sharing, despite your clan Lavellan being more friendly to humans. Clearing his throat as he fidgeted nervously, his eyes found your across his office. You were going through a recent report on Red Templar activity. Cullen took in a deep breath before standing up from his chair and approaching you. "Inquisitor, there's something I— uh... Wished to speak with you about," he managed to stutter out loud, cringing internally at the way his voice was shaky, "It's, well, it's about you. I want to learn more about your life as a Dalish, your culture— if you're comfortable with it, of course!"