"I know." He seems on the verge of saying more and stops himself. This isn't the time or the place, and a mage is the least likely to listen to it. He doesn't have the same perspective. How could he?

Cullen rubs the back of his neck, a pinching gesture that does nothing to chase the tension. It never stops him from trying. "I have the list in my office right now. If you have a moment, we can go over it."

The mages will have their input, too. He can't very well promise them change and then be a dictator when it comes to who they will follow. However, he feels it necessary it's someone who can work with him and vice versa. No matter their differences, Greagoir and Irving had respected one another and felt regard. Between Meredith and Orsino, there had been nothing but bitterness and hatred, and they could all see where that had led.

He stands abruptly. "Shall we?"