While Meallan talked Dorian listened with a small smile on his face. The other mage was quite passionate about his people but he had heard all of this before from Bramen when they shared stories together. He wasn't going to tell the other elf that. It would be rude to interrupt when he's in the middle of such a speech.

"It's odd but I don't mind. It's better than the swill Solas brews himself," he said as he nudged his knee against Bramen's gently. He didn't want to upset the halla or make a mess of the antlers. "Whatever they're cooking smells delicious though."

He didn't know what it was and didn't really want to know the details but he enjoyed the scent and the camaraderie that flowed around the camp. "What we should talk about is magic and how your techniques compare to mine and what we can learn from each other."