The university quarter doesn't have what you'd call a night life, but the crowds have picked up a little. Alistair catches Cullen's hand as they walk. Not because he's afraid of losing him -- the crowds are nowhere near thick enough for that -- but just because it's nice, walking hand-in-hand with him as they move between the carts.
There's some very suspect-looking meat on a stick near a stall piled high with apples. Alistair slants a glance toward Cullen, eyebrow raised.
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The university quarter doesn't have what you'd call a night life, but the crowds have picked up a little. Alistair catches Cullen's hand as they walk. Not because he's afraid of losing him -- the crowds are nowhere near thick enough for that -- but just because it's nice, walking hand-in-hand with him as they move between the carts.
There's some very suspect-looking meat on a stick near a stall piled high with apples. Alistair slants a glance toward Cullen, eyebrow raised.