Mist and Silver Sun

Studying his old friend and insurgent, Solas raised his eyebrows. You always were too serious, Fae. He chided again, as if that'd change anything. Nothing could break those habits.

Ah, so you know where Silas is? He seemed pleased by this, though the implication of Cian was that there was no idea where that husband rested. Interesting. He wondered how they had become parted.

Now wasn't the time to ask, though.

Ah, just the usual. Breaking elves out of alienages, bringing city walls down around me. He smirked, as he settled into the blanket. Searching for shards, like this one, he held the Falon'din amulet up.

It glistened in the firelight. Caused a bit of trouble to a Dalish clan on the Amaranthine coast. I need somewhere safe to keep him, until I can find the second shard, revive him, and well... kill him.