When they arrived in Redcliffe, Mara took a moment to take in the sight of the Griffon Statue on the way to the Gull and Lantern. A certain warden had been on her mind lately... It was rather inspiring what the Hero of Fereldan had done. Imagine if they'd been fighting off a decade long blight on top of dealing with the Breech? Dorian chided her that he wanted to get this over with, and so they continued on.
Mara pushed in and immediately things seemed a tad more than off. The last time she'd been there, the place had been packed. Now it was deserted. Dorian stated her thoughts exactly as if he'd been reading them. They didn't get much time to consider their next move before an older swarthy man walked down the stairs into the main room. Interesting twist, this was Dorian's father. Mara could see how visibly stressed Dorian was by this turn of events. Dorian was angry, and his father didn't seem to want to put up with it.
"You tricked him into being here. He has every right to be angry, so say your piece." Mara said to spur the conversation the right direction. She wasn't so sure reconciliation was a likelihood at this point...
"Yes, Father, Talk to me. Let me know how mystified you are by my anger." Dorian said, angry sarcasm abounding.
Pained, Magister Pauvus replied, "If I had known my actions would lead you to join the Inquisition--"
"You didn't. I joined the Inquisition because it was the right thing to do!"
Mara was glad to hear her assumption confirmed. Good man.
Dorian continued, "Can you believe it? He taught me to hate blood magic. "The resort of a weak mind." Those are his words."
Mara didn't reply, she knew a rhetorical question when she heard one.
"I only wanted was was best for you." The Magister interjected.
"No! you wanted the best for you! For your ****** legacy! Anything for that!" Dorian shouted. And nearly headed out the door then too, but he spun around and walked right up to his father, deep hurt molding his face. "You tried to change me."
That last sentence hung in the air between Father and son. Dorian turned to leave, true intent this time.
The Magister, regret lining every word, spoke out once more to his son's departing back, "Once I had a son who trusted me. A trust I betrayed."
Dorian slowed, and then stopped, back still turned. he was listening.
"I only wanted to talk to him. Hear his voice again. To ask him to forgive me."
Dorian looked to Mara, confliction written all over his face.

-Go get 'em, tiger.-
Mara quietly left, feeling good about the outcome of their talk.