"I'll tell them to expect it." There'd be no asking. He has seen enough of Dorian to believe he's not a blood mage. If he can give them that sort of advantage, he'll take it. He'll be sure to brief Aveline, too, so that her own men and women can be prepared. The templars will actually feel the surge of mana. Her people won't.

"It's going to be an interesting time." It's clear he's ready for it and looking forward to it. He has been wanting to curb these criminals for a while now, angry that they've been taking advantage and preying on the outskirts while Kirkwall licks her wounds. They're about to find out she's not limping along quite that badly after all.

He polishes off his meal and sets his plate to the side to be scrubbed later. They don't want to attract wild animals and wind up fighting on two fronts. "Now we can rest for a bit and wait for darkness." He won't sleep. He's too keyed up for that, but he knows how to take advantage of down time when he has it.