"If you're a mage wandering without a lease, you're a blood mage. Half the time, that is true to them." Fate won't disagree at all; the Templars whose company he's enjoyed are just a handful from the pile of the ones eager to hunt down a mage and throw their power around as they'd like. Not all Templars, but not enough Templars deal with the ones that are corrupt in any sort of fashion. "Too true. What's another elf but another knife-ear? And when I put on enough to cover my vallaslin, I'm even easier to miss."

Standing out is a kind way of putting it, and he knows. Fate grins, too glad for it. Standing out is exactly what he'd wanted, and still wants. "There are a few things. The fancier the clothes, the more confounding I appeared to be. An elf, dressed in fine silks and leathers? Blows the mind for Dalish and everyone else. I like it when people play guessing games. Keeps things interesting."