Chapter 3: Dorian

It wasn't often that the Inquisitor shared a tent with Dorian, especially after the numerous incidents in which the Inquisitor's clothes would be set on fire or go missing, however it still occurred. The Inquisitor had been extremely edgy for most of the night. Not even letting Dorian in the tent until he was well and truly ready to sleep, changing and wrapping under his blankets. After all previous events he wasn't taking any chances. Dorian had been disappointed of course, however accepted defeat as graciously as Dorian could. The Inquisitor was well known to be a somewhat restless sleeper; however it had never really been a problem. Until now.

In the middle of the night, the Inquisitor had rolled over, stretching his arms. However, his and Dorian's bed rolls were spread out a lot closer than usual, resulting in a now very awake Dorian staring at the still very asleep Inquisitor who was spread out on top of him. Dorian was quiet for a moment, and very still. Then, he grinned.

The rest of the company were woken up in the middle of the night by very loud, very aggressive shouting.

"Dorian!"

"What? You're the one that slept on me!"

"That doesn't mean I want you to grope me!"

Loud laughter could be heard from the shared tent, and most members of the Circle poked their heads out of their tents to see the proceedings. Dorian swept out of the tent, armed with his staff, completely shirtless and still laughing. He was closely followed by a knife.

"Dorian! Get back here!"