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He might long for the sights of home and Thedas, (even the jungles and forests!) but he missed the people most. Missing the Inquisitor and the others was the worst part of it all, but having new people to talk to was helping with that. Especially if they were pretty cute. Going to Pride with Klaus had been an eye opening experience and, even though the guilt so far was killing him, he was starting to settle a little. If he was trapped here, he could do a lot worse than this. He could be stuck in the fade or a strange set of ruins in the middle of nowhere with no one to talk to. How horrid for the peacock of the Inquisition.
The trip to the bar where he was supposed to meet up with the other two had been an interesting one, but he'd made it, eventually. In this place, he had no sense of direction, but he did get some attention. How could he not? Dorian didn't do anything less than fabulous, even if it was just an 'on the outside' type of thing. He might have been a little late but he got there in a time where it seemed to be busy but not enough that he couldn't find Michael. "Hello there, handsome stranger. I know absolutely nothing about the alcohol here."