"I know nobility almost as well as I know magic. Magic is a bit more predictable." Dorian would be happy to talk to Kirkwall's nobility on behalf of Cullen but he doubted anyone in the South wanted to hear what the Tevinter Magister had to say.

"Oh, well, now I have to go with that ringing endorsement." He could head off to Denerim and then perhaps to the dwarven city. He had heard it was a beautiful city. They would be welcoming at least.

"He bit another Magister on the leg," he explains with a fond smile. "Personally, I thought it was fine. The man was an asshole but he was important to my father's political career. So, the baboon had to go and the man got a formal apology from me."