Dorian often finds himself about. He's never really been opposed to the out of doors, and enjoys the rather often than not. It wasn't his fault Ferelden was so damnedly cold, after all. The Quarantine, though much more moist than his homeland, was much more warm most of the year and much more to his liking. He also enjoyed the varied people. He liked his personal space as much as the next man, but everyone here brought a unique perspective, something new to add to his growing sense of the world at large.

That being said, the imposing presence admiring the building just as he rounded the corner was surprisingly familiar, but not unwelcome. As the mage came closer to the Commander, he cleared his throat so as not to startle the man. The quickest way to stop a mage from magicking was with speedy sword, after all, and he's watched the Commander in combat. He'd like to avoid the pointy end of his, thank you.

"Good Afternoon, Commander. Admiring the locale edifices, are we?" He turned as he came nearer, facing the building as well and looking up. "Or is it you're simply jealous of its state of repair? It certainly puts the state of Skyhold into perspective, doesn't it?"