And, fortunately, it's a short walk. Cullen knows to check at the tavern.

Even more fortunately: no one recognizes him. Cullen can go straight to the barkeep and ask if anyone's letting rooms, or a cottage. In return, she hands them a short, poorly-scribbled list.

"Shall we walk?" he murmurs to Alistair. "We could look. Or we could try to find an agent to do it for us."