The boat ride is probably the worst part. Dorian gets sea sick easily. He spends the ride leaning against a railing as casually as he can while they cross. Thank the Maker it's a short ride.

Then, of course, they're stuck on the coast with the water rolling in the distance constantly. It's a lovely reminder that annoys Dorian to no end but at least they are outside, in the fresh air and away from the Gallows.

"I hate the sea," Dorian calls back. He and the other mages have spent the day laying elemental mines in case the raiders become bold and attack the camp. It's been lovely except for the chilly wind and occasional spray of salt air. He's free and outside but it's a miserable place to be. "Stop looking so cheery, you."