Dorian would argue that the champagne brought all of this about, one glass of champagne should not have had this much of an impact. Something he did not miss about this place was certainly its gift for sneaky food and alcoholic beverages, one of the few things that brought him satisfaction in life and this world had to ruin it.

Dorian returned the Inquisitor's smile with a lopsided one of his own, he didn't hate everything about this place, it was constantly surprising him with knowledge...and there were people, "thank you...it hasn't changed all that much from what I can recall...but that was two years ago."

For him anyway.

"My Inquisitor is Maxwell Trevelyan...so there's that," Dorian wasn't aware of any other glaring changes in their worlds other than the man or woman who would become Inquisitor, "...but we're not unacquainted. I take it you are both from the same Thedas?"