Qunari elicits exactly the eyebrow raise Solas may have been expecting. In all his years and wanderings, he never made it to Par Vollen; like anyone from the southern reaches of the continent, his limited direct experience with the Qun has been brief and violent, their philosophy antithetical to aspects of his nature no amount of time and teaching could ever change.

But he knows Solas. And unless Solas has changed a great deal in the blink of the last decade, if he were sending Felassan into some sort of situation, whether dangerous or hilariously unpleasant, Felassan would hear it in his voice. He believes he would, anyway. That faint touch of arch amusement, or the barely-audible slice of sharper teeth.

"He will stand out less here than in Orlais," he says, given the number of horns he's already encountered, not one of them belonging to a Thedosian — "but I will keep an eye out."