"It has been many years since I undertook any formal schooling," Cullen said, turning to look at the boy who had spoken to him. His education had only really begun once he'd been accepted as a Templar acolyte, and with his aptitude, he'd been encouraged to enrol in various courses that would further his education and set him up for the higher echelons of the Templar ranks. That was a long time ago, a lifetime if he were being honest.

He glanced down at the device in his hand. Useful, perhaps, though he couldn't figure out for the life of him how it worked. Cal then reminded him that he was there too with a low wuff. "He's a mabari," Cullen said proudly. He was a dog lord, after all. "Called Calenhad. He won't hurt you." Not unless Cullen ordered it - which he wouldn't.