Burn Your Incense (Dorian/Male Lavellan)

His quarters were always insufferably cold. Lavellan normally wasn't one for getting cold, but with the high altitude, thin windows, and the giant hole in the wall in the room below, the temperature was ghastly. How smug must everyone feel, in their warm little rooms surrounded by rooms and walls deep into the castle interior. "Oh let's give the great Inquisitor the giant tower! No matter if the elements decide to inquisit his disposition towards dying, at least his prism of death will look ominous and powerful and while we're wrapped up warm and safe."