Cullen watched the remainder of the chase unfold as he secured the Owls hands and feet together in a hogtie. He wanted to keep the individual awake to interrogate him for answers. He asked the basics,<i>who sent you, what do you want with the stone, how did you know we were coming. </i>It was clear the owl would rather die than give up any answers. Or perhaps he knew he would die if he gave up answers. Growing annoyed with the villain Cullen brought the end of his sword down against the temple of the man's head leaving him with a bit of pain to ponder over his lack of answers.<br/><br/>With the three attackers secured Cullen went out the front of the Inn to the streets of the town where he spotted two oblivious guards turning the corner while on patrol. He called out to them, "You're a little late to the party fellas." The look of confusion on their face changed when they saw the damage the summon caused. Not knowing the situation they drew their weapons and charged at Cullen yelling for him not to move. Cullen laughed in amusement because he could see a small piercing twinkle of fear in their eyes. "I'm not the bad guy,<i>well not today he thought, </i>so put your weapon away and come take these three away already."<br/><br/>Cullen always forgot how fearful and hesitant people could get in situations like this. Being Sorian and serving in the army took that humanistic characterization away from Cullen.  He was comfortable in battle, dangerous situations, and even had a steady peace when staring down the edge of a weapon that was coming directly at him. Once back inside of the Inn, the guards started asking some of the locals what had happened. Cullen wasn't shocked that they wouldn't take his work about being one of the good guys so he took no offense to the guards doing their job. Even if it was poorly done.<br/><br/>He moved to help Elric with the last few bodies that became casualties. He stopped at Leila's side watching her as she paid tribute with her kind words. He appreciated the kindness of others and wanted to honor their own way of honoring the dead. Once the wind stopped Cullen placed a soft hand on Leila's shoulder. "That was very kind of you."  He offered a half-smile before removing his hand and following suit at the bar. Cullen wasn't great with people. He wasn't great with emotion. There were a lot of embedded behaviors that made him different but since his time at the university, he was really trying to change some of that and make more connections. Certainly, he was failing most of the time, but he continued to try.<br/><br/>Even far away from Sorian, the traditions of battle held extreme importance. With a full mug, he turned his back and leaned it against the bar looking at the mess and destruction. He poured the first of the drink to the ground and then took a long refreshing gulp. He shifted a bit toward Elric, "They already refused information." his tone was dark, "I think a little.. persuasion might be needed." he finished the liquid in his mug, placed the tankard on the countertop, and walked closer to Elric and the prisoners.  He pulled a small dagger from the side of his belt, straddled an already backward chair, and played with the tip of the blade across his own fingers demonstrating just how sharp the blade was. Locking eyes with one of the agents, Cullen turned his hand over showing the red crimson of blood that rose from his newly inflicted wounds. As the blood dripped one by one to the ground. Cullen spoke in a chilling tone only to them, "I didn't even press it against the skin. Can you imagine what just a little pressure can actually slice through?" He saw the prisoner gulp, his eyes full of fear and panic. Cullen smirked satisfied at the reaction.<br/><br/>Cullen knew he wouldn't actually follow through with the torture or execution of the three. But that didn't mean he wouldn't threaten the latter to mess with their minds and hopefully make them crack. Any information the group could learn would be helpful. They had just started this quest and faced an attack they didn't see coming. Hearing the voices of the guards getting closer he assumed their window of opportunity was closing, "Again.. is there anything you want to share?" he asked the prisoners.