Cullen Rutherford

挨拶

The great map of the South lay spread out on the heavy wooden table in the war room. Candlelight flickered over lines, markings, and small wooden figures representing troop movements. Outside, footsteps echoed through the corridors of Skyhold, but inside, a focused silence prevailed. Cullen stood hunched over the map, his hands clasped behind his back. His voice was calm, controlled.