Cullen waited at the entrance of the inn. Riding solo granted him the luxury of peace but that was in exchange for rest. He was so damn tired that he had propped up against the outside of the Inn waiting for the cart to arrive. His eyes had just started to fall shut when he heard the rattle of the wheels approaching. With a grunt he lifted up grabbing the reigns of the horse. He gave her a pat. “Let’s get you tied off to ride back”<br/><br/>Approaching the others he could hear Helena bickering though he wasn’t sure what about. He just snickered. Taking the time to tie off Thor to the other horses. Just as the cart left, Cullen slung his bag over his shoulder and walked behind the rest towards the inn.<br/><br/>What had happened next was so quick and unexpected. Cullen saw Helena fly from the doorway in one quick swoop. He wasn’t sure what happened, he wasn’t close enough to see but he could taste the magic in the air flowing from inside. He hurried through the Inn doors, watching Gereed double over to where Helena had crashed into the wall. It was pure chaos. The Basklisk looked like it was squaring up for another attack.<br/><br/>Cullen dropped his sack to the ground, and quickly recited one of his shadow spells that was committed to memory. “Umbrae obtegunt hoc spatium!” He watched the shadows in the room crawl across the floor towards Helena and Gereed. Like a wall it covered their area cloaking them from the creatures line of sight. The baslisk cocked its head confused. Cullen only hoped that gave them both enough time to retreat. With a loud whistle and a wave of his arms Cullen got the summoner to turn towards him. It charged without hesitation.<br/><br/>His continued pour of mana into the cloaking spell left Cullen with only his swords to defend himself, he reached to his sides and  and unsheathed his two swords one at a time. He was no stranger to physical combat. He decided to keep the summoner busy to allow the others time for their magical attacks.<br/><br/>The bright white beast lunged at him, he was able to strike it once before the claws for the summoned landed a decent blow to his dominate side. Cullen cursed letting the sword drop from the right. Cradling his arm to his stomach he continued to dance with the magical entity in the middle of the inn waiting for  it to vanish or be defeated.