In the days that followed Cullen learned the routines of his new home. He found his way around the unfamiliar halls and came to understand that mages did not cook with fireballs or play catch with bolts of lightning. What he’d been taught to fear was more a myth than a reality.
He saw children as young as five or six who had been brought in from all over Ferelden, taken from their families or turned over to a Chantry somewhere. Few of them displayed the power do to much more than hurt themselves or break the dishes. Most simply settled into the dormitory with the other novices. The apprentices that watched and guided the little ones had long experience dealing with homesickness and tiny rebellions, from their own adjustments to life in the tower as much as from having seen them with each new child.
The newest Templars were usually assigned to the most senior enchanters, those who had been with the Circle for decades and whose stability was most proven. Cullen was the youngest of the Order at the Tower and the first new recruit to have come for several years. As a result he did little more for his first few weeks than walk the upper corridors with an older man.