"You have no idea." He gives a soft dry chuckle, finishing off his second glass of moonshine and shaking his head with a wince, and pushing the glass forward. No more, for now, this is sitting heavily but warm in his system, slowly making him relaxed and a little light.

Dorian is one of the good guys, despite what he may or may not say about himself in jest. At least, he tries to be one of the good ones, he knows there is plenty in his past that would say otherwise, but compared to his countrymen he's leaps and bounds above. He's doing his damnedest to do the right thing.

"An avid reader, yes, but to be fair there isn't a whole lot else to do at times. I'll certainly be interested to peruse the selection in the library and learn what I can." He sighs, folding his hands in front of him.

"Hm, no, I haven't heard of a Cult yet, I don't believe. Sounds like something in my wheelhouse though. I've seen similar things back home. In fact, I have a way of detecting magical glyphs like that or potentially revealing hidden things, assuming it even works in this world, however. Considering the trouble I'm having with my magic, it may not be something I can do but may be worth a shot."