Mist and Silver Sun

I do, yes... He's here in Arlathan. He's safe. We arrived some four years ago now when I awoke. But that is... a complicated topic for another time, perhaps. There was a soft smile on his face, leaning back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other at the ankle. It was a relaxed position for him, as relaxed as he could be, anyway. But it was the gentle creases at the corners of his eyes with his smile that really gave it away; The happiness he had in seeing his old friend after so long. 

You've been quite busy. Though I can't say I'm surprised. You, like the rest of us, don't know how to take a day off. Almost everyone that had associated with the Dread Wolf had the same drive and work ethic that led them often to destructive behaviors in their pursuits. Passionate was the more polite word. 

Faelyn had a brush with another shard hunter, Avorra, not too long ago. Disagreeable as she was, it had still afforded a direct insight that the archivist had been missing up to that point. The true understanding that those that hunted them would stop at nothing to find them. There was a thoughtful hum, choosing his words carefully as he looked at the glimmering stone, and then back to Solas. I would say two things. The first is that you are quite daring to be carrying that around. I would council you caution, but then again, things do not change when too much caution is taken. Faelyn had every reason to be a cautious creature. It was what had kept him, and many other slaves safe while he worked with the very man who sat before him to get them to safety. 

The second, is that I would remind you of what I said many years ago. That I would always be here. And that I would answer your call if you ever had need of me again. His voice was soft, gentle. Those words had been some of the last he'd said to Solas so long ago before his life turned from insurrectionist to husband and father. But nonetheless, Faelyn would always be a man of his word. In whatever capacity was needed, he would be there.