With the mages now on their side, Cullen starts construction the next plan of action. While Leliana and Josephine are following the Inquisitor's orders, he settles himself in the war room, searching through the notes left by the agents to find a suitable path to the Breach. He spends the entire day within the war room without breaks. This leads him to end up sleeping in the war room. He found a spot on the ground where he could lean against the war table. If it were not for the paper within his hand, it is possible the mild jerks in his wrist would go unnoticed. However, the paper rattles with every movement, shaking against the air. Then his leg twitches and a quiet groan parts his lips. His brows furrow and teeth clench suddenly. A 'no' rips from his mouth, throwing his head back only to have it collide with the table. Cullen wakes up at the sudden impact, opening his tired eyes; his vision adjusts to the morning Sun shining into the war room. As he shifts on the ground, he notices a presence. His head tilts to look at the entrance of the war room, finding the new member of the Inquisition standing before him."'Cuse me," he mumbles tiredly. Cullen slowly standing to his feet, using the desk to steady his balance. "The Inquisition does not sleep around the job--" there is no way to prove that considering he is definite evidence, "forgive me." He kneels down, gathering the papers from the floor, forcing an yawn down his throat.
