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Cyril smiled at how easily James agreed to come along. "There are some caves outside the city I'm told have a supply? We might encounter something interesting."

James paused for a moment from belting his sword on, a smirk coming over his face. He walked over to Cyril, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked down into his friend's eyes.

"You are blessed, and sent from Andraste herself to distract me with large spiders and danger. Bless you, by your Ancestors and my Lady."

Cyril laughed a bit at that response, a soft, amused chuckle. "Paperwork that boring, hm?"

"Cyril, you have no idea." He sighed, as he gestured for Cyril to walk out first. "Beyond that? I am tired of running about in my own thoughts. I prefer to go about and let my thoughts take a backseat for a while."

Cyril lead the way out and started the path to leave the city. "I can understand that." There was a reason he liked tossing himself at any random man who gave him attention. It was a nice distraction from his thoughts that bothered him.

"Fighting giant spiders and digging up metals might not be the easiest way to go about it though."

He let Cyril lead the way, his tone faintly wry. "Yes, but it will due until something else happened."

Cyril chuckled a bit. "I suppose," he said.

"How are things, though? I'd think that boring is good when it comes to your job. Exciting would mean something is wrong."

"I .... have had to deal with a great deal, post the island. So I would rather be Not Bored at this time and place." He sighed softly, green eyes moving to the horizon. "Although I would not wish harm to fall on any member of the Inquisition - if it could fall on me personally? I would not mind taking a lack of thinking too much."

"Well, I would be sad if something would fall on you," Cyril pointed out. "I'm rather attached."

James smiled warmly at that statement, one corner of his mouth lifting up and staying up. "Well aren't I pleased with that? I believe I am." A pause, then a chuckle. "How are we getting to the shore?"

"Hmm. Good question. Any suggestions?" They could walk, of course, but that would take a while. Not that he minded spending that long time with James.

"Well, the weather is pleasant - I say we walk as long as your cave isn't too far. Otherwise I would suggest riding." Either would be pleasant.

"It's just in the mountains outside the city. Not too far. It won't even take half of the day."

"Ah, well then let us walk. If need be, I think we can make a lean-to if it gets too dark and we have to camp overnight." Well wasn't this turning into a right adventure? He smiled at Cyril, letting him lead the way.

"Ooh, the promise of sleeping so close to you makes me want to walk slower," Cyril responded with a smirk. "Let's do that."

"You say this now - wait until I work up a sweat from digging. By the by, where is our digging equipment?" It might actually be smarter to ride horses if they had to carry a lot of things, come to think of it.

"I already had it sent to the stables as I was planning on getting a couple horses," Cyril commented. Despite how coy he was being about everything and letting James choose what they did, he had planned somewhat ahead. He had been planning on stopping by there no matter what to pick up the supplies if James had picked some other traveling arrangement.

"And it's amusing to me that you think you being sweaty would somehow make you less appealing to me."

"...I keep forgetting how well prepared you Asharas are." James shook his head, as he shifted the direction towards the stable. "Right, well. Supplies, horses, and off we go."

"I would think it would be. The smell alone ..." He shook his head, smirking faintly.

"We should probably get some food too though... I didn't think that far ahead. We can pick some up before we leave though."

He thought about the suggestion of the smell for a moment. "Hm. This is where we differ, I suppose. I'd imagine it would be a very manly smell and that excites me, not the other way around."

"We can stop at one of the stalls on our way out of town. Farmers always like to sell their wares for the travelers leaving." He looked over at Cyril, before his lips quirked again. "I see ... remind me to attempt to guard my virtue then when I work up a sweat."

Cyril chuckled a bit. "You needn't worry about me coming after your virtue. Though, honestly, if you ever did take me up on my offer to pleasure you I would want to do it when you were completely comfortable."

"Well that's ... comforting, Cyril." James's smile crooked up at the corners, shaking his head a little. "Thank you for looking out for my maidenly charms."

Cyril chuckles softly at the thought of James as a 'maiden' and then focuses on getting their horses and supplies. Together they get rations, digging supplies, some healing materials (just in case), and horses.

Finally, Cyril has everything he needs and then they can set off. He has a map leading to some of the most prosperous caves and he uses that to start their path.

Once they're on their way, he looks over at James. "So now that we're sure no one is listening to us, can I get an assessment of how things are going? For the Inquisition, I mean."

James sat up a little straighter - his green eyes narrowing in thought as he gives Cyril's question it's due. After a few moments, he speaks. Measuredly and with a contemplative tip to his chin.

"I think we are much better off than we were a year ago. We have more funds, more information, more support, and most importantly -- more troops and more territory. What we do not have ... is a way to defeat either Corypheus or his dragon, so we are at something of a stale mate."

Cyril nodded at that, unable to stop himself from agreeing with the statement. "Which means that for now, we don't really have a way to prevent that terrible future Sam and the others saw..."