Dorian brushes his fingers past the old books on the shelf, not one book went unseen by him. Though that meant he had no more to read. With a sigh he leaned over by the window and looked out in the court yard, people talking amongst each other. "All these 'gifts' to the Inquisition, and the best they can do is the Malefica Imperio? Trite propaganda." He said to himself I'm a hushed tone, crossing his arms with a slight smirk.