Dorian still felt uneasy under his skin. Alexius being involved in the cult hurts the memories he has of the man. He also has access to all the notes they came up with, powerful theoretical magic. It's got to stay theoretical.

"Your Templars will be annoyed with me," he says after letting out a deep breath. "I perhaps felt a bit resentful for their presence and annoyed them on purpose. No one got hurt and no demons were summoned. There are some raiders moving in to the mountains but they were easily scared off."

Magic seemed to terrify them. Dorian didn't understand such a visceral fear of magic. It had always been a comfort to him, his strength and power. It kept him safe. "Besides a few blisters, sun burns, and sore feet your mages are fine."