Dorian Pavus was certainly not the sort of man to fall in love quickly or easily. In fact, he had many reservations and fought against such feelings vehemently. After learning, repeatedly, the hard way, that such fantasies as love weren't meant for him, he had given up hope. But that was before he met Alenax.
Fighting demons was hard work, even for a masterful (and stylish) mage such as himself. Fighting an endless horde of them pouring out of a nightmarish green tear in the veil itself? Impossible. Despite his success thus far, he knew even he couldn't hold them off by himself much longer.
Where is this so called Herald? Felix should have gotten him here by now, Dorian asked himself, slightly irritated. Just as the thought crossed his mind, the doors to the chantry he was fighting in burst open and a young, elven man confidently strolled in, flanked by three others. "Good! You're finally here! Now help me close this, would you?"
The man quickly wielded his huge two-handed blade and brought it straight down to slice the nearest demon in half. Dorian had to force himself to look away from the elf and focus on the rage demon burning its way towards him. He threw himself back into the fight, maybe adding just a slight flair to his attacks, and before long the demons were defeated. The elven man thrust his green, glowing left hand towards the rift. A slight grimace flashed across his angular face before his expression returned to one of determination. A few seconds passed before he ripped his arm back and the rift sealed with a loud bang. Dorian didn't stop himself from staring this time.
"Fascinating! How does that work exactly?" Dorian asked immediately. The elf simply glanced down at his now calm left hand and returned his gaze to Dorian without responding. "You don't even know, do you? You just wiggle your fingers and boom! Rift closes."
The elf, however, ignored his comment and asked, "Who are you?"
"Ah, getting ahead of myself again, I see." With a slightly dramatic bow, he answered, "Dorian of House Pavus, most recently of Minrathous. How do you do?"
To Dorian's surprise, one of the companions spoke up, the large one with the horns to be specific. "Watch yourself. The pretty ones are always the worst."
Dorian only chuckled, "Suspicious friends you have here. Magister Alexius was once my mentor, so my assistance should be valuable – as I'm sure you can imagine."
The man, Alenax as he introduced himself, surprised Dorian, returning his snarky comments with quick wit and humor. From their first encounter Dorian could tell that Alenax was intelligent and sarcastic, not to mention his face which must have been molded by the Maker himself. Alenax was fascinating to Dorian, he was intrigued and enticed, a reaction which he later discovered was common when first meeting the Dalish warrior.
It was far from love at first sight, but Dorian has been known to admit that he should have been weary of that initial curiosity. "Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, and falling in love with our illustrious leader could certainly be likened to the death of me," he would joke with a smirk. Of course he usually said this while in the company of Alenax, knowing full well it would earn him a playful glare and light punch from the object of his affection, the (sexy,) witty, Dalish warrior, Alenax Lavellan.