"You know, other mages might be nervous being led off by a Templar," he muses as he follows towards the thicket.

Oddly, Dorian trusted Cullen. He didn't think anything of it, really, to follow him away from the camp and the others who had come to hunt raiders. This man had saved his life and kept asking him for advice, he was no danger.

"I think I'm more likely to be dragged off by some wild beast than you though." He has no idea what actually lurks out here but he can easily imagine wolves and bears coming to eat him in the night. It's a lovely though he has any time he goes out in the wild.