There are no obvious dwarves or qunari in the arrival plaza, but there is a man scratching at the building's outer wall with a rock. The rock is a smooth-looking river stone; the wall is not showing any appropriate damage, not even the fine marks the rock ought to be making on it. The graffitist looks unconcerned with any observation. He has the intent expression of someone doing important work.

When Dorian emerges from the building, the man looks up, pale-eyed. Then he goes back to his task.