Medical attention suggested to Dorian that Tony didn't know how to swim, though he didn't discount the possibility that he'd been in some other bad sort of way when he'd arrived. He took a long pull from that provided mug, and he paused after Tony's question to enjoy the comfort it provided.

And to savor it. It sounded quite like his stint in the Hinterlands: weeks without proper shelter, bathing, food, wine. This was to steel his nerves, after all. And then that question, so innocuous, but so telling at the same time.

"You know the Bull. Has he mentioned mages?"