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Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock    Cullen woke and rolled over in his bed with a groan. His head was throbbing. Was it morning already? No, he realized as he peaked his eyes open. There was nothing but pale moonlight streaming through his window; it was nighttime. Still the incessant pounding on his door continued.    "Andraste's frilly knickers…" he muttered as he sat up in his bed, the sheets twisting around his ankles. He considered lying back down and going to sleep. Or possibly picking up his sword and giving whatever idiot was banging on his door a thrashing. He was eyeing the sword leaning against the foot of his bed warily, as i