"I remember those days when I was an apprentice. I would go days without sleep," he said with fondness in his voice. "Then usually collapse as soon as I found a bed."

It was better that way. He worked until he couldn't and then slept until he was ready to work again. It kept him away from alcohol and brothels. It gave him purpose, a direction. Now, all he had was the eventual goal to reform his beloved home.

"Are you hoarding sweets?" Dorian is surprised by the treats. He hasn't seen anything sweet in the mages' quarters. "I didn't expect you to have a sweet tooth."