[Dorian's loathe to admit it's actually turning out. His stomach growls, betraying him, but he chooses to ignore it.]

It wasn't uncommon at all, actually. They'd just rather pull a blanket over their heads and pretend every mage is a monster out to get them, rather than admitting they shit the bed over nothing.

In my homeland, mages are the ruling party, at the cost of... well, morals, I suppose. In the south, mages were locked away in towers if they so much as lit a candle on their own. By the time I came down there, there was a war between them and their captors. You could go out into an open field and trip over dozens of corpses.