Dorian. Hawke resisted the urge to snarl at the mention of the Tevinter's name. He still couldn't stop the instinctive hatred for Magisters and all things Tevinter but he did his best not to let it show anymore. Each person was an individual and not to be held to the stereotypes of their culture even though the Magister was an arrogant prick.
"Are you from another world without magic?" he asked, because most people here seemed to be. How strange that was to Hawke who always grew up with magic and always had it. Yet, his magic made him the strange one to other people. "It's not rude, per-say, but where I am from it is dangerous to be a mage. The Magister comes from a country where magic is what determines your rank in society. In my country it gets you locked up from the rest of your life and tortured if you speak you against it."
It was nice to have a dog to pet to ease some of the natural anger that came when he thought about how unfair that all was. Nothing calmed a Ferelden faster than petting a good dog. "I am used to being careful with who knows I am a mage."