Felassan listens to what Solas says, but he doesn't imagine what he's suggesting. Not the joys of winding up a Templar, not an entirely inaccurate vision of a city elf who would be his stalwart companion. It's easier to be here if he doesn't. It's simpler to think he was done with his life, anyway — he didn't need it anymore, nothing left to do in Thedas, nothing to wish he'd get to see — and to let the expansion of his chest when he inhales brush their shoulders together.

"Not yet."

Call him biased, but he likes the sound of him. The Dread Wolf. The Iron Bull. The Slow Arrow. Maybe they should all team up and solve crimes. Beleth will need something that matches, not that terrible shemlen-sounding Inquisitor —

"He's here too?"