"I'm not ready to move on but perhaps when I am I will head there next." Dorian has no idea when he'll be ready to leave. Right now, he really has no where to go, no place in mind that will take him. He has sort of found a place here with the mages but he knows it's temporary. He doesn't know how long that will be.
He sips his tea and sighs as the warmth goes through him while the honey coated his throat. It's almost like home except instead of ginger burning his nose, it's mint.
"The architecture in places, the statues, there are hints of Tevinter everywhere and yet it's overwhelmingly Free Marches in the end. There's an overwhelming amount of spit shot at me which does not happen at home." He should leave but something, or someone, keeps him here.
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He sips his tea and sighs as the warmth goes through him while the honey coated his throat. It's almost like home except instead of ginger burning his nose, it's mint.
"The architecture in places, the statues, there are hints of Tevinter everywhere and yet it's overwhelmingly Free Marches in the end. There's an overwhelming amount of spit shot at me which does not happen at home." He should leave but something, or someone, keeps him here.