He did that? Cullen's eyes narrow slightly. He has never seen magic like that. The mage has a point, though. Things are worsening by the moment. Any questions can be sorted out later, if there is a later at all.

"I have to get to the ferry. I'm going to the Gallows." He frowns, very aware that's likely not the sort of place this stranger wants to be. If he's not an apostate, which he easily could be with his strange magics, he's still clearly not a Marcher and not one of theirs.

"I can almost guarantee you there's no escape by sea right now." He points with his sword toward what looks like a forest of masts in the distance, dark shapes on the water illuminated by the moon. The smoke hasn't spread far enough to obscure the sky over the harbor. "They're already leaving."

He slows at the foot of the stairs and takes a moment to look left and right. Right in that moment, they're clear. "As mad as this sounds, you're probably safer coming with me than trying it on your own for now. I can't tell you what to do. That's my advice." He picks up the pace again. Meredith will be furious if he holds them up for long and is unlikely to want to sail to the Gallows without him. 'If the other templars see you alone doing...what you did, they'll attack you on sight, no questions asked."