This is not work Dorian ever expected he would do. In fact, he never really expected to work at all. Yet, over several days he becomes something like the leader of the mages without really meaning to. It's his personality, though, that can't stand watching other people do things wrong.

So, he steps up, shouts orders and demands people listen. He does hate to be ignored. Thank the Maker help arrives. The mercenaries and more Templars help with the rising number of those hurt by the events. The mages, however, are still wary of the Templars.

The city is slowly coming back to itself and from what he understands its because of Cullen, a man he hasn't seen in days. He wonders about him, if he's alright and not worked to death like Dorian feels sometimes. He finds it ironic that as he is wondering the man in question shows up.

"No, feel free to join me," he says with a little nod. He's only poking at his stew in any. He's quite tried of southern cuisine.