Dorian crossed his arms, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he mulled over Draco's words. A world where the mages kept themselves separate from the non-magic inclined sounded slightly similar to his own home. Hunted, even more so, at least when compared with the south, where the mages were often cloistered away for 'their safety and the safety of others'. Even in his homeland of Tevinter, really, things weren't that dissimilar, only with differing effects.

"Mages in your world believe those born without magic are barbarians?" He chuckled at the thought. Why, all of Tevinter looked down upon the southern lands in the same light, but it occurred to him, the Altus and even the Laetans, those in Tevinter with magic, looked down on all those without it as inferior.

"I...suppose we have something in common. Many people, mages, in my homeland feel the same way about those without magic. Over the centuries, we've even given them false hope: one day you too could join the ruling class, provided someone in your family is born with magic." He scoffed, shaking his head. "Tragic, isn't it?"