"Now, now, I never said they had to leave," he says, scolding slightly. He does hate it when people put words in his mouth. It's just like assuming he's an evil magister simply because he's from Tevinter. "What I mean is that you don't need writs of permission to let them walk around Kirkwall. Let them learn how to take care of themselves, let them have a taste of life. My Circle was a school, not a prison. The same could easily be done in the south."

It might be a wild and crazy idea to Southerns but Dorian didn't think it was outrageous. It would have saved many lives if the South figured that out sooner. Dorian didn't understand how these people couldn't see that. Then again, they were brainwashed by the Chantry and all the propaganda that seemed to permeate every book.

"Ah yes, the Divine. The woman you're all waiting for to make the decision. I would be nice if she said something before this situation explodes." A poor choice of words, really, but Dorian only uses tact when it benefits him. "Has there been any word from the Chantry?"