Dorian couldn't help but wonder if this was what everyone was like with their sibling. As an only child he wouldn't know. The only rivalries he had were with other children of other nobles households and they couldn't be so blatant with each other. It could lead to losing alliances or some back handed court dealings that would destroy your family's standing. He could be clever and trade barbs or best someone in a practice duel but never teasing and rough housing like that.

"All those things can be taught," Dorian said, hoping he wouldn't come across as insulting. "I mean, if your people wanted to stop sending away mages you could have teachers brought in or at least some texts sent to clans on other ways."

Tevinter probably had some of the original texts on old Elvhen magic if they hadn't been destroyed simply to show how great Tevinter was in comparison. There were hundreds of little ways Dorian could help these mages, perhaps at the cost of some of their traditions but no one could live in the past forever. Tevinter was a shinning example of that. It's old traditions were going to destroy the country and what remained of the Imperium.

"But the choice is yours, of course. I merely offer theories and suggestions and I am always doing when presented with the topic if magic. Ask Bramen. He's seen my various writings and theoretical dissertations on various schools of magic. I've written rather extensively on lightning and spirit magics, two schools I favor."

He was perhaps rambling a bit but luckily he was saved by Meallan who immediately jumped at knowing more about lightning. Thank the Maker he stopped Dorian before the 'shem' put his foot in his mouth.