[ Cullen hears the bottle open, followed by the sounds of wine pouring into glasses when his hand drops and he watches what Neria is doing. And so rather casual while she does it. He should be relieved, really, that she doesn't press the matter beyond what is absolutely necessary. And it brings him enough relief that he sighs and allows for them to partake. Might as well. ]

[ Even with the time that has passed, the weeks they have worked together so closely have at least given Neria enough knowledge of him, it seems. She doesn't press the matter, and it puts his mind at ease. ]

Believe me, they have been direct.

[ And that is all he will say on the matter. Cullen takes a glass and a seat, scooting the chair forward so the map is within reach. ]

We will want to start by establishing where to place our troops. There will be a need for discretion, where I am certain Leliana can guide a delicate hand to ensure they are not found until necessary.

I would suggest they hide out around here.

[ He reaches over, tapping at an area not too far from the palace, shrouded by forest. ]

It is far enough they will remain hidden, but close enough to hear or see a signal.

[ Cullen takes a sip of his wine, a rather large one even. It's been a long day. ]