Dorian.
Talk about what, Dorian? What did you suppose I would have to say, after centuries of silence, that was not already said by the people who mark my name upon their dead? Did you truly think I would welcome your counsel freely? I am suspicious because I must survive.
You see much and you know more, but you still assume. Always I wonder, when will the Tevinter free himself? When will he come into his own and live as he truly is? You are immensely intelligent, clever beyond your kin, skilled in all magic, and yet none of these things to those blind enough to see you as you present yourself. It is a waste.