I suppose there is something intrinsic within the nature of all beings who are compos mentis. Thinking, improving, becoming better, becoming better than...

[Dorian dismissed the bit of magic he performed just moments before, hopefully that would put an end to any hazardous warnings, not that Dorian knew what was going on with his companion's body.]

And mages are the same way. Where I come from, it is a cautionary tale, much as I cannot grasp the idea of my people being rounded up in circles to live the rest of their lives away from people who might hurt them, away from people they might hurt. It's all so convenient. There is the opposite argument as well, mages who rule strictly, tend to abuse their power.

[And Dorian wasn't entirely certain where to find the equilibrium there.]

I'd enjoy nothing more than beating the corrupt systems my homeland stands on into submission, but...

[...but. It was more complicated than that, and he was one man.

Though it did answer the question of where Dorian came from, he came from the place where mages were corrupt tyrants and he had no reserves talking about it. His skin was thicker than that and time had given him an open mind.

There were other things that he was far more sensitive about than the corruption in his homeland.] I think complicated is the only word for anything, no matter the day, no matter the era. Still, I'd rather try to navigate the situation then idly sit by and let it continue.