"Good! You're finally here! Now help me close this, would you?"
Dorian didn't have time for his usual flair, the rift was slightly more important. He barely got a glance at the group who entered the chantry before he turned back to the fight, trusting that they would help him. He didn't realise he had been holding his breathe until he saw them out of the corner of his eye, as one of them thrust their daggers into a shades spine.(Thank Andraste they were going to help.) With their help, it didn't take long before a red-head male was thrusting his sickly green-glowing hand at the rifts, forcing it to close. Dorian turned to the group, his attention on the Herald.
"Fascinating. How does that work, exactly?"
Without responding, the Herald bent to collect his daggers, thrown when he closed the rift. He took a moment to wipe them on his shirt, adding more blood to his collection before tucking them away. His gazed lifted to meet Dorian's then, peering out through unfashionably long hair.
"You don't even know, do you? You just wiggle your fingers, and boom! Rift closes."
"Who are you?" The Herald finally shifted his matted hair out of his face, ice-blue eyes piercing among all the blood.
"Ah, getting ahead of myself again, I see." Dorian quirked a brow at the deepness of the Heralds voice, before offering a slight bow and continuing, "Dorian of House Pavus, most recently Minrathous. How do you do?"
The Herald shifted as if to speak, but was cut off by the Quanari lurking behind him, "Watch yourself Boss, the pretty ones are always the worst."
Laughing lightly, Dorian continued, "Suspicious friends you have here. Magister Alexius was once my mentor, so my assistance should be valuable- as I'm sure you can imagine." finishing, he offered a smug look towards the Qunari, grateful he wasn't the Herald.
Glancing at the Qunari, the Herald moved forward, and offered a bloodied hand to Dorian. "Rhys Trevelyan." With some reluctance, Dorian shook it, his grip light and fleeting. Wiping his hand on his pants, he listened as Rhys introduced everyone else in a rumbled, brief way.
"Iron Bull, Varric Tethras and Solas. You sent the note." It was more a statement than a question.
"Well someone had to warn you." Sighing, Dorian continued, "Look, you must know there's danger. That should be obvious even without the note. Let's start with Alexius claiming the allegiance of the rebel mages out from under you. As if my magic, yes? Which is exactly right, to reach Redcliffe before the Inquisition, Alexius distorted time itself-"
"FUCK." Rhys burst out, pinching the bridge of his nose. (Maker's balls why does all this bullshit happen to me?)
Blinking at the outburst, Dorian almost missed the elf-Solas- quietly interjecting, "That is fascinating, if true... and most certainly dangerous."
"The rift you closed here? You saw how it twisted time around itself, sped some things up and slowed others down."
"Yeah, same shit happened at the gate." Rhys rumbled.
Crossing his arms at what he deemed another rude interruption, Dorian sighed, "Soon there will be more like it, and they'll appear further and further away from Redcliffe. The magic Alexius is using is wildly unstable, and it's unraveling the world."
Taking a moment to pause, Dorian stopped to watch his words sink in. A variety of language burst out of three of the men, while Solas just watched Dorian quietly.
"This is big, if you're telling the truth." Rhys suddenly looked ten years older, making it clear to anyone that he had been through too much too quickly.
"I know what I'm talking about, I helped develop this magic." Dorian spat out. "Look, when I was still his apprentice, it was pure theory. Alexius could never get it to work." Shifting, he crossed his arms before continuing "What I don't understand is why he's doing it? Ripping time to shreds just to gain a few hundred lackeys?"
At that moment, Felix finally made his way over, "He didn't do it for them."
With a smile, Dorian turned to his old friend. "Took you long enough. Is he getting suspicious?"
"No, but I shouldn't have played the illness card. I thought he'd be fussing over me all day." Felix shifted his attention to Rhys, who had been standing quietly watching. "My father's joined a cult, Tevinter supremacists. They call themselves the 'Venatori'. And I can tell you one thing: whatever he's done for them, he's done it to get to you."
"Lovely." Rhys snorted.
"You know you're his target now. Expecting the trap is the first step to turning it to your advantage." Dorian gave a small smile to Rhys, trying to soften the blow. "I can't stay in Redcliffe, Alexius doesn't know I'm here, and I want to keep it that way for now. But, whenever you're ready to deal with him, I want to be there. I'll be in touch." Dorian started to walk off, casually talking over his shoulder. "And Felix, try not to get yourself killed." With that, he left through a side door, leaving Rhys to stare at nothing, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had yet another enemy.
Ignoring Felix, he spun on his heel, muttering "Life was easier when I was a merc." as he waved his companions to join him. Staying quiet, they followed a bit behind, Varric and Solas talking quietly to each other. As they wove their was through the Redcliffe crowds.
"Back to Haven Boss?"
With a grim nod, Rhys swung himself onto his horse, gently petting it's neck. "We need to plan our next move, we can't let this wait."