"Unfortunately, yes...." Though he's looking the young man over skeptically. His outfit is ...strange, to say the least, other than seeming fairly plain it's unlike anything he's seen before. Moreover he'd seen his little hand motions or the magic he used to attack, it felt just as strange as it looked. He'll step up near him as the three Templar he'd knocked over are now getting to their feet and he begins swinging his staff around to conjure up a wall of fire.

"If we're going to run, now would be the time." They could fight... though Dorian does worry he'd be the only one doing any real damage and he'd rather not get caught or killed.