The Templar makes a great deal of sense and a look at the masts getting smaller in the distance reinforces the idea. Dorian has no choice, really. He cannot take the chance of being mistaken for a malificar.

"It appears I have no other options open to me," he says as he quickly catches up to the Templar. He keeps his staff out, ready by his side in case they encounter more demons or more Templar's ready to cut his head off.

As the Templar presses forward Dorian watches his back. Someone could come up behind them. "It's Necromancy, not a common magical practice here in the south. It is in Tevinter and Nevarran." The man probably doesn't care at all but it's important to Dorian. "I don't summon demons."