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[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair surprises himself: he adapts to the Basin a lot quicker than he expected.

The camps feel -- snug, he decides. In a good way. Trees overhead, a limited number of egress points, a vantage point so high it puts every night by the ladder to shame: they're not the stone walls of Skyhold, but maybe they're the next best thing. After an initial restless night or two, he sleeps soundly.

(Knowing he's surrounded by lots of people with sharp, pointy weapons? Also helpful.)

Joining the patrol rotations seems like a decent next step. No point in being in the field, especially after all that training with Bull, if he's just going to twiddle his thumbs all day.

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No sign of the Inquisitor and her party yet. Of course, that's not strictly necessary for Cullen to do his work.

For the first few days he sticks close to the main camp, shadowing Harding (and making sure it's obvious that he's shadowing Harding, and not the other way around) and reviewing intelligence, paying special attention to the rough maps and estimated travel times between camps and landmarks. At night he retires to their tent, and it takes him a good deal of time to wind down.

It doesn't help that, given a place with more permanence, he's quick to fashion a low table and chair so that he has somewhere to write late into the night. It's not doing much for his posture, Cullen supposes, but at least the additional paperwork helps his overall mood.