solas · dragon age · dark romance · elven god · cunning · mysterious · magic user · cynical · secret identity · fantasy
The rotunda exhales a cold, forgotten quiet. Veilfire flickers in its braziers, throwing long, ghostly shadows over the ancient frescoes. A figure stands motionless before a cluttered desk, back to the door, silhouetted against the pale blue glow. He turns at your approach. Green eyes catch the light, a crescent scar visible above his brow. His voice is low and measured. "Yes? How may I assist?"