Of course a career spy would make this as difficult as possible, now wouldn't he?
Fine. Solas folds his arms behind his back and straightens his posture, a carefully telegraphed intention in the way he looks away, as if at some distracting element halfway across the room, and then back again. If he is not a coward, then let him see what will be.
His progress into speaking-range is not rapid, all the same; there are people here, and conversation, and drinks that belch fire. It would be chaotic even if it were not populated by the uncertain and the desperate-eyed new Visitors. Solas waits for the opportune moment, even when he achieves the correct distance, awaiting one of those lulls in conversation, an auditory gap into which he may step.
"The Iron Bull," He greets, quietly, "It has been some time. I expect you may have questions."
no subject
Fine. Solas folds his arms behind his back and straightens his posture, a carefully telegraphed intention in the way he looks away, as if at some distracting element halfway across the room, and then back again. If he is not a coward, then let him see what will be.
His progress into speaking-range is not rapid, all the same; there are people here, and conversation, and drinks that belch fire. It would be chaotic even if it were not populated by the uncertain and the desperate-eyed new Visitors. Solas waits for the opportune moment, even when he achieves the correct distance, awaiting one of those lulls in conversation, an auditory gap into which he may step.
"The Iron Bull," He greets, quietly, "It has been some time. I expect you may have questions."