"We have enough herbs and seeds to last us a lifetime," he says as he begins to pace, his hands moving in irritation. "What I've discovered is a bigger problem."

He tosses the letter his dwarf contact gave him down on to the desk. "That is my friend, Felix, we grew up together. He's one of the few people who know I'm here. A mutual dwarf friend of ours passed that to me today. His father's joined a cult, the Venitor, who are worshiping some Elder One. He's worried because his father and the others are talking of what's going on here."

Dorian feels a bit of worry as well. It's never good when Tevinters go back to worshiping the Old Gods. "I'm going to write him back, pass it threw the dwarves, but whatever these Venitori want it can't be good."