[Panic had never suited him. There was little to be gained from losing one's head; Dorian's arrival in Wonderland had been handled with as much grace and dignity as he could possibly muster, which he felt was particularly impressive given the fact that he'd tumbled almost headfirst into the fountain while turning to investigate some noise behind him, staff at the ready, so certain a rift was going to tear through the Veil with no Inquisitor to aid him.
He could admit that he'd overreacted-- rather dramatically, at that. Of course, that was how he tended to do most things, if he could help it.
He'd managed to dry himself out well enough, having regained his composure and stolen a look at himself in one of the mansion's many mirrors to make sure he was reasonably presentable before venturing forward. Careful exploration seemed to be the best course of action, and it went without incident until he reached the second floor.]
Very curious.
[Nothing about this place was like anything he'd seen in Tevinter or the southern lands, but the air was thick with magic-- that much was certain, even if he had come to realize that he couldn't feel his connection with the Fade quite so strongly here. That was the only thing that kept him from being certain this was some corner of the Fade itself, and even then, there was no telling, even for a mage.
He stops outside of a particularly impressive set of doors on the second floor, frowning to himself as he lays a hand against the wood for a moment before pushing one of them open to let himself through. They had stood out from the other doors that lined the corridor, and given that generally would have meant he'd potentially stumbled upon some place of import, he reaches for his staff with his free hand, prepared for whatever might be waiting to meet him beyond--
But all that's there to meet him are books. Books as far as the eye can see, and he smiles to himself as he loosens his grip, relaxing as he ventures further into the library.]
Well, well. This certainly puts Skyhold's collection to shame-- not that it would take much.
[The Chantry's donations to the library there had been severely lacking, in his opinion-- and incredibly dull. He makes his way to the nearest shelf, skimming over the titles shown on the spines as he walks along the length of the aisle.]
Wherever this is, the master of the house certainly has good taste.
Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition
He could admit that he'd overreacted-- rather dramatically, at that. Of course, that was how he tended to do most things, if he could help it.
He'd managed to dry himself out well enough, having regained his composure and stolen a look at himself in one of the mansion's many mirrors to make sure he was reasonably presentable before venturing forward. Careful exploration seemed to be the best course of action, and it went without incident until he reached the second floor.]
Very curious.
[Nothing about this place was like anything he'd seen in Tevinter or the southern lands, but the air was thick with magic-- that much was certain, even if he had come to realize that he couldn't feel his connection with the Fade quite so strongly here. That was the only thing that kept him from being certain this was some corner of the Fade itself, and even then, there was no telling, even for a mage.
He stops outside of a particularly impressive set of doors on the second floor, frowning to himself as he lays a hand against the wood for a moment before pushing one of them open to let himself through. They had stood out from the other doors that lined the corridor, and given that generally would have meant he'd potentially stumbled upon some place of import, he reaches for his staff with his free hand, prepared for whatever might be waiting to meet him beyond--
But all that's there to meet him are books. Books as far as the eye can see, and he smiles to himself as he loosens his grip, relaxing as he ventures further into the library.]
Well, well. This certainly puts Skyhold's collection to shame-- not that it would take much.
[The Chantry's donations to the library there had been severely lacking, in his opinion-- and incredibly dull. He makes his way to the nearest shelf, skimming over the titles shown on the spines as he walks along the length of the aisle.]
Wherever this is, the master of the house certainly has good taste.