Solas comes to these gatherings primarily as an informative measure. And, of course, to be sure Lavellan is not without an assurance of safety— the incident last month had been warning enough. She could manage on her own, of that he was sure, and yet...
...And yet, all his good intentions go to hell the moment he turns his head on a gout of fire, sees the Iron Bull, and freezes. Ah. And of course, it was too late now to simply slip away: he has seen and been seen, and reacted as the proof of it. How amateurish.
It would be easiest to simply turn and run, but there are other considerations; others will be watching him, seeking their own alliances and enemies amongst the newcomers. What would they make of a man who could, seemingly, scare Solas into a retreat? No.
Solas offers him a nod, cautious, and firms his jaw, waiting to see what reaction will greet him.
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...And yet, all his good intentions go to hell the moment he turns his head on a gout of fire, sees the Iron Bull, and freezes. Ah. And of course, it was too late now to simply slip away: he has seen and been seen, and reacted as the proof of it. How amateurish.
It would be easiest to simply turn and run, but there are other considerations; others will be watching him, seeking their own alliances and enemies amongst the newcomers. What would they make of a man who could, seemingly, scare Solas into a retreat? No.
Solas offers him a nod, cautious, and firms his jaw, waiting to see what reaction will greet him.