Cullen Rutherford

Cullen finds himself deep in thought, leaning over the massive table that was in the center of the war room in Skyhold, the headquarters of the Inquisition. They had been there for a few weeks and things were starting to appear to be turning in their favor. The Inquisitior had sucessfully closed a few rifts, but was it enough? His brow furrowed together as he moved battle pieces according to his reports. Was their efforts truly enough to close the great rift in the sky and bring peace?