The second he releases the spell Dorian staggers and falls to one knee. Giving that much help to that many people put a strain on even his considerable talents. He feels drained of energy and mana.
He looks up at his Templar rescuer and then past him to the other Templars. They certainly look willing to cut his head off for simply being a mage. Quickly, he digs underneath his robes and pulls his bloodline pendant out so that it is on display. He had thought about selling it but now he's glad he hadn't. It proves he's from Tevinter and thus beyond southern Templar control.
"I suppose we'll make introductions later," he says with a groan as he pushes himself back up on to his feet. No one seems to be stopping to catch their breath. He supposes no one can when the city is at war.
He glaces at the woman in charge and nods. That one looks like she's more than willing to take the sword to him. He's really not in the mood for that.
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He looks up at his Templar rescuer and then past him to the other Templars. They certainly look willing to cut his head off for simply being a mage. Quickly, he digs underneath his robes and pulls his bloodline pendant out so that it is on display. He had thought about selling it but now he's glad he hadn't. It proves he's from Tevinter and thus beyond southern Templar control.
"I suppose we'll make introductions later," he says with a groan as he pushes himself back up on to his feet. No one seems to be stopping to catch their breath. He supposes no one can when the city is at war.
He glaces at the woman in charge and nods. That one looks like she's more than willing to take the sword to him. He's really not in the mood for that.