Dorian clicks his tongue at Cullen as he swats as gnats. How do people in the South survive? Honestly. He takes a jaw of salve from his belt pouch and holds it out to him. "Put a bit of this on the back of your neck. It'll keep the gnats away. It works on biting insects as well. We have them the size of house cats in Minrathous."

He would have never survived childhood without it and he refused to be without it when he left Tevinter. He knew how to make it himself so that he would never be without.

"Sure. I'll keep you from stepping on any magical mines we've laid out there," Dorian says with a little smile. "When we get close I'll send ghosts and ghouls to torment them."