All of those around you watch you with wicked eyes and wicked hearts, judging you for every little mistake and success. It's crucial for the mission to get in their good graces, making them hate you would surely get you and the Inquisition kicked out, but they're all just a bunch of pompous nug-humpers. None the less, you have to put on a fake smile until the mission is over, which you pray will be soon.

After scaling the walls in the garden and murdering a few spies, you were over looking the dance floor with a glass of Antivan Red. While lost in your thoughts, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Cullen, who somehow escaped the grabby hands of the Orlesian nobles.

"Ah, good evening Inquisitor." Cullen smiled at you nervously. "I was wondering if I could ask you something..."