Well, he and I haven't really been well enough acquainted for me to quantify a judgment, so I'll have to trust you. Mind, I am not the trusting sort.
[That being said, though, Dorian doesn't think much of it, and waves away any sort of doubt Cisco may have.] But yes, I'd much rather be tricked into free dinner than, "Please, sir, right this way. Yes, through the darkened alley. I promise there are no Magekillers waiting on the other side!"
[He chuckles, shaking his head.] I've gathered, Cisco. At this point, if you were of a mind to kill me, I'd have already set you on fire.
[He didn't want to talk about himself. Well, that was a lie. Dorian always loved to talk about himself, so long as the topics were restricted to how attractive, brilliant, charming, witty, and awesome he was. When it came to things like feelings? Feeling left you shuddering, lost in a desert in the the middle of no where with naught, even a light, to guide you.]
And for some reason, you believed I could alleviate his loneliness? You must think quite highly of me.
[And enough of that. He cleared his throat and nodded.] And no, not as one would think. You meet a mage from Tevinter, me for instance, and you can be lead to believe everyone is a mage, capable of tapping into the primal elements of creation...because we've spent hundreds of years carefully breeding to distill the perfect magical traits. Most of the magic-carrying families are in some sort of power, depending on how well one can trace their pedigree.
I the majority of Thedas, mages are a distinct minority. The Chantry teaches "Magic should serve man, never rule over him." In Tevinter you can see we interpret that tenet very differently. The south believes no mage should hold any position of power, that he should be cloistered away to protect both himself and others from his power. [He raises a hand.] Yes, magic is dangerous. Yes it attracts the attention of demons and wanton abandon but-
[And he scoffs, shaking his head at himself.] ...I digress. You weren't interested in theology. Suffice to say that while in my homeland we nurture the bloodlines found to hold magic, but everywhere else, it is intensely avoided, which, by nature, would make us rare.
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[That being said, though, Dorian doesn't think much of it, and waves away any sort of doubt Cisco may have.] But yes, I'd much rather be tricked into free dinner than, "Please, sir, right this way. Yes, through the darkened alley. I promise there are no Magekillers waiting on the other side!"
[He chuckles, shaking his head.] I've gathered, Cisco. At this point, if you were of a mind to kill me, I'd have already set you on fire.
[He didn't want to talk about himself. Well, that was a lie. Dorian always loved to talk about himself, so long as the topics were restricted to how attractive, brilliant, charming, witty, and awesome he was. When it came to things like feelings? Feeling left you shuddering, lost in a desert in the the middle of no where with naught, even a light, to guide you.]
And for some reason, you believed I could alleviate his loneliness? You must think quite highly of me.
[And enough of that. He cleared his throat and nodded.] And no, not as one would think. You meet a mage from Tevinter, me for instance, and you can be lead to believe everyone is a mage, capable of tapping into the primal elements of creation...because we've spent hundreds of years carefully breeding to distill the perfect magical traits. Most of the magic-carrying families are in some sort of power, depending on how well one can trace their pedigree.
I the majority of Thedas, mages are a distinct minority. The Chantry teaches "Magic should serve man, never rule over him." In Tevinter you can see we interpret that tenet very differently. The south believes no mage should hold any position of power, that he should be cloistered away to protect both himself and others from his power. [He raises a hand.] Yes, magic is dangerous. Yes it attracts the attention of demons and wanton abandon but-
[And he scoffs, shaking his head at himself.] ...I digress. You weren't interested in theology. Suffice to say that while in my homeland we nurture the bloodlines found to hold magic, but everywhere else, it is intensely avoided, which, by nature, would make us rare.