Once they are a distance away from the sleeping camp Dorian summons a wisp to give a little light. The little balls of light and spirit were his first foray in to summonings. He quite likes the reassuring bob and flicker.

"I told you salt water is horrid for your hair," he says as he finds a relatively flat rock to sit on. "Besides, southern waters are freezing in comparison to Tevinter ones."

He looks away from his bared flesh, out over the waves which make his stomach roll a little. Better than the temptation of naked, glistening warrior. "There are black sand beaches in Tevinter. The grains are so fine and warmed by the sun it's almost too hot to walk on them during the day."