The name is tucked away in his mental notebook, but he can imagine it'll be easy to spot a man that looks like Raylan but isn't. It'll just be a matter of him trying to determine if he's just run into Raylan somewhere again or not. Little does he know that they sound or act completely different.
Dorian might be a little distracted, following the line of Raylan's back to those slightly cocked hips. He's not dead, he has eyes, and it's hard to keep them off of a man that cuts a nice form, especially when he stands attractively at a fridge. It's like he's doing it on purpose. He'll shake himself from it though and snap his eyes back up as soon as the door closes.
"I'm an--well,was--an Altus." He says with a soft chuckle, knowing that word likely doesn't mean anything to the other man.
"My father is a Lord, yes. He's a Magister and consiliare to the Archon. Which is like something of a King, only the Archon isn't only chosen by blood relations, someone with enough prowess and power with magic can become Archon. So all the children of the noble houses, like me, are literally born and bred and trained in hopes of perhaps one day becoming Archon. Where I'm from having magic ability means a higher station. And if you are born without you are of the lowest caste. That's only in Tevinter, however, outside my home it's very different." He wanders over to look over the thing known as a stove as he talks, puzzling over the knobs and coils.
"I suppose I could learn, should I need to. But I would likely be terrible at it. I can cook things over a fire in a pinch to survive, but I would give nearly anything to have decent food with actual spices."
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Dorian might be a little distracted, following the line of Raylan's back to those slightly cocked hips. He's not dead, he has eyes, and it's hard to keep them off of a man that cuts a nice form, especially when he stands attractively at a fridge. It's like he's doing it on purpose. He'll shake himself from it though and snap his eyes back up as soon as the door closes.
"I'm an--well,was--an Altus." He says with a soft chuckle, knowing that word likely doesn't mean anything to the other man.
"My father is a Lord, yes. He's a Magister and consiliare to the Archon. Which is like something of a King, only the Archon isn't only chosen by blood relations, someone with enough prowess and power with magic can become Archon. So all the children of the noble houses, like me, are literally born and bred and trained in hopes of perhaps one day becoming Archon. Where I'm from having magic ability means a higher station. And if you are born without you are of the lowest caste. That's only in Tevinter, however, outside my home it's very different." He wanders over to look over the thing known as a stove as he talks, puzzling over the knobs and coils.
"I suppose I could learn, should I need to. But I would likely be terrible at it. I can cook things over a fire in a pinch to survive, but I would give nearly anything to have decent food with actual spices."