"You must not be from Thedas." Garrett isn't particularly alarmed. Everyone's heard of people from farther lands, past Par Vollen and the wider seas. If this place could spirit him here it stands to reason they could do the same with anywhere else.

"And I'll have you know," he taps the staff at his side, lifting his eyebrows meaningfully, "This isn't a walking stick. Try not to alert the templars, would you? I doubt my amnesty extends beyond Kirkwall. Do you have templars in Los Angeles? Either way, I'm trying to stay relatively inconspicuous. I hate angry mobs."

Since mages are mages anywhere you go. Right? Right.