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The culture of magic, in Thedas is stifled. He thinks a bit depressingly. Xeven however understands the fear of magic, and his brand, destruction, hellfire and freezing snow storms -only- is one such thing that he hopes he would never share. Weaving magic, casting left and right with abandon is only reserved for those deserving of his rage, and thedas does not deserve it.
Yet.
The Inquisition, is perhaps queen sent, when they come in to reign in everyone they can. No matter who they are. But Xeven, with over a dozen travelling mages is hesitant to head to such a group for reasons his own.
But let them come. The inquisition will let him decide, if they are worthy of the glory of Bozja.