Helping the Inquisition save the world turned out to be a much more cut and dry ordeal than Dorian had anticipated. He went back to their quaint little village, joined a small army of mages gathered in some ghastly cold, crumbling ruins, and almost — but not quite — helped said small army kill the supposed Herald of Andraste by forcing their combined arcane power through his little body like a pissed wyvern through a peephole. For all of Dorian's certainty that they were making a martyr of him, the poor man handled the surge as well as he could, hair crackling like a thunder cloud as he forced the frayed edges of the Fade back into place and pulled tight the seam between worlds. And then, ta-da! The green light faded, the breach was closed, and the world was saved. All in all, Dorian had only had to commit a few days of service to the cause.