"Like in a dream," He says, or suggests— there's a question, half-present in his tone. Barcus offers his hand and Solas unwinds his own to take it in kind.
His hand is rough, the fruit of many long hours in work and travel. There are callouses, if Barcus can recognize those of one who uses a staff and blade in battle. Whatever else Solas has been, he has ever tried to combat his reputation for cowardice; he does not lead from the back. Far from it. His grip is firm, professional, and warm. Well-practiced.
"And I am known as Solas," He replies, the smile he returns is genuine enough, "You discredit yourself, Barcus Wroot: a sharp mind is always dangerous, to those who would seek to control others."
A decent man, then, and a thoughtful one. Observant, and intelligent enough to keep quiet. Dangerous, perhaps, or a good ally to cultivate? In the short-term, if nothing else. We shall see.
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His hand is rough, the fruit of many long hours in work and travel. There are callouses, if Barcus can recognize those of one who uses a staff and blade in battle. Whatever else Solas has been, he has ever tried to combat his reputation for cowardice; he does not lead from the back. Far from it. His grip is firm, professional, and warm. Well-practiced.
"And I am known as Solas," He replies, the smile he returns is genuine enough, "You discredit yourself, Barcus Wroot: a sharp mind is always dangerous, to those who would seek to control others."
A decent man, then, and a thoughtful one. Observant, and intelligent enough to keep quiet. Dangerous, perhaps, or a good ally to cultivate? In the short-term, if nothing else. We shall see.