It takes some time for Dorian to realize what the Templars mean to do. With all the general chaos around and actual fully formed demons walking the streets it was easy for him to think the Templars were only trying to help. After all, Tevinter Templars are kept around mostly for demon slaying and covering up the crimes of blood mages when they get a little too uppity. He doesn't think of them as maurading hoards out to kill all mages. The Right of Annulment is a joke in Tevinter. No force of Templars could take the Magisters all down.
This group is, however. He can see it in some of the other Templars when they step off the boat. They look... joyful, almost, as if they're going to enjoy the slaughter to come. There are whispers as well, men betting on how many they'll kill while others pray to the Maker for strength. Their leader, Meredith, probably thinks she's filled with righteous fury or some such nonsense but she looks completely mad to Dorian. At least there is one who seems to have some sense about this.
He is vastly out numbered but Dorian's never been one to hold his tongue even when it is the smart thing to do. He does kept his voice low, however. He has some sense of self preservation. "This isn't your fight either, whatever vows you took. You cannot mean to kill all the mages. They're not a pack of rapid dogs to be put down, they're people. Some of them are bad but the same can be said for the men around us right now."
With the dead around he could raise a considerable army to fight for him but such an action would leave his mana dangerously low. If he is to truly stop the Templars he would have to be very, very clever about it. He hopes there's some way to reason with them first. His companion has been reasonable until now.
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This group is, however. He can see it in some of the other Templars when they step off the boat. They look... joyful, almost, as if they're going to enjoy the slaughter to come. There are whispers as well, men betting on how many they'll kill while others pray to the Maker for strength. Their leader, Meredith, probably thinks she's filled with righteous fury or some such nonsense but she looks completely mad to Dorian. At least there is one who seems to have some sense about this.
He is vastly out numbered but Dorian's never been one to hold his tongue even when it is the smart thing to do. He does kept his voice low, however. He has some sense of self preservation. "This isn't your fight either, whatever vows you took. You cannot mean to kill all the mages. They're not a pack of rapid dogs to be put down, they're people. Some of them are bad but the same can be said for the men around us right now."
With the dead around he could raise a considerable army to fight for him but such an action would leave his mana dangerously low. If he is to truly stop the Templars he would have to be very, very clever about it. He hopes there's some way to reason with them first. His companion has been reasonable until now.