Dorian gave a slightly callous laugh at that. "If you'd gone to Kirkwall I might have come and retrieved you myself." He moved back toward the massive desk that held what he was working on at the moment, which picked up where he'd left off at Skyhold when he'd still had its resources available to him. It had been difficult, but like hell was he just going to let all of this happen just because he'd returned home.

As a matter of fact, since returning, establishing a shaky alliance with his father, and having Maeveris Tilani at his back, he was now amassing a small but not unworthy force of his own. Soporati that would rather die that be in the hands of a magister bent on enslaving the world. Lower-class mages that just wanted to live to see another day, and have a reason to live. Nobles that bristled at the idea of Tevinter's glory being used to destroy the entire world. Everyone had their own personal reasons, and many did not get along. But it was a start.

Dorian's fingers ran over one of the books that he'd stolen from Skyhold. It was a volume on military movements and magical armaments. There were others like it here; anything that he was certain could be used to further grow the Inquisition's power, he had tucked it away into his own belongings. The Inquisitor was smart, but he definitely wasn't sneaky.

"You're certain you feel safe here? You know as well as I do what could happen if the Venatori managed to catch you."