[ Solas is the one to hear the spirit in his dreams -- a spirit of Compassion, much weaker than their Cole but strong enough to find him in the Veil, seeking Solas out specifically to fulfill its purpose. A boy from another reality, not unlike the tales he heard of the man who accompanied Dorian through the rift between worlds.
Solas is the one who informs Dorian of the boy's capture, assuming correctly that his paramour, as it were, would find the information of interest. He could hardly ignore a plea for help any more than the Spirit of Compassion could, and once the information had been passed, he assumed his part in the matter would be over, and that Dorian would do as he must.
Or this would have been the case, except the Inquisitor had rather abruptly called for an outing to Emprise du Lion, and with Vivienne occupied with business in Orlais, evidently the Inquisitor had flipped a coin to determine who would accompany her traveling party. Dorian, it seems, was the lucky man.
The two of them have little time before Dorian must depart, and he waits in his quarters for the detective's arrival, pacing and casting anxious glances in Solas' direction every so often. Solas, of course, is placid, serene, standing beside the door with his hands clasped behind him. Whenever Jacob finally arrives, Dorian steps forward, harried. ]
Change of plans, Detective. I'm afraid I'll be traveling abroad -- leaving soon, in fact. Can't stay to chat. I'll have to leave you in Solas' capable hands.
[ And it's then that Solas steps forward, regarding the man before bowing slightly from the waist. ]
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Solas is the one who informs Dorian of the boy's capture, assuming correctly that his paramour, as it were, would find the information of interest. He could hardly ignore a plea for help any more than the Spirit of Compassion could, and once the information had been passed, he assumed his part in the matter would be over, and that Dorian would do as he must.
Or this would have been the case, except the Inquisitor had rather abruptly called for an outing to Emprise du Lion, and with Vivienne occupied with business in Orlais, evidently the Inquisitor had flipped a coin to determine who would accompany her traveling party. Dorian, it seems, was the lucky man.
The two of them have little time before Dorian must depart, and he waits in his quarters for the detective's arrival, pacing and casting anxious glances in Solas' direction every so often. Solas, of course, is placid, serene, standing beside the door with his hands clasped behind him. Whenever Jacob finally arrives, Dorian steps forward, harried. ]
Change of plans, Detective. I'm afraid I'll be traveling abroad -- leaving soon, in fact. Can't stay to chat. I'll have to leave you in Solas' capable hands.
[ And it's then that Solas steps forward, regarding the man before bowing slightly from the waist. ]
A pleasure to meet you.