Debt Collectors

One of the things Solana admired about the Arlathan they were building was the people their city was attracting.  While this world she'd woken up to was strange in many ways, she took comfort in the fact that it seemed to have a number of people who were driven in the same ways she was, curious about the intricacies of the world and eager to learn.

Zoltan was one of those, and she had developed a certain fondness for the dwarf.  Despite the ever-present danger of their time, they had both chosen the path of words and knowledge to carry them through and it had led to a kinship of sorts.  She learned as much from him as he from her, and given how many millennia she'd walked Thedas she felt that said quite a bit.  He was one of her guides to this new age, and she in turn was able to illuminate some things long forgotten.

While she seldom tired of the Repository, she did recognize the need to leave it from time to time, and on this day she decided good company would be welcome.  Seeking him out, she knocked to announce her presence, taking in the sight of the abandoned quill and glass of wine once she was welcomed in.  [color=#9a00b2]"It seems I have good timing.  Would you care for some company?"[/color]