The anger Dorian feels that another mage has done this to their own is surprising. He doesn't usually get so... involved with things. The South is doing funny things to his emotions and he locks them down tight. Flying off the handle with spells is never a good way to cast anything.

The mages group up behind the Templars. Dorian keeps the most frightened ones towards the middle of the group. Some of them were hardened by the events in Kirkwall and those are the ones Dorian trusts to cast well and not at shadows.

As they draw closer to the voice Dorian feels a chill go up his spine. The Fade here feels wrong, thinner than it should be. There are spirits crossing over too easily.

"Mind your step," he says quietly. "Whoever this made is they've done something dark and dangerous."