[ if an inquisition timeline doesn't work lmk and i'll tweak it to be a little before!! ]
[ It was difficult to take time away, but not impossible. Luckily, the Inquisitor was understanding enough that even in war and the hard times upon them, Solas was at least allowed some travel on his own. He had asked for only a week, and he fully intended to live up to that promise. There were things he had to do with the Inquisition that were at the forefront of his attention, but as the Inquisition made its progress, and and another unusual apostate had come to reside in Skyhold (bringing with her quite an unusual artifact to match), Solas knew that things were moving forward quickly.
Like a stone given only a gentle touch on a slope, it was starting to roll ever faster, and so he felt he should be certain it would end up where it should.
Solas steps off the boat and gives his coin for the passage, but he wastes little time in heading to his destination. He's more vulnerable here than he would like, since this simply wasn't a place where one could openly carry a mage's staff, nor is it the best place to go with his ears uncovered by a cowl. Both of these things feel stifling, but that's just a part of why he was planning to keep his visit brief. Most of his time had been allotted for travel, because setting foot in the poverty-stricken city of Kirkwall was enough to make his expression turn slightly disgusted as he made his way towards the alienage. If nothing else, he was glad that the business of a city like this meant that no one particularly paid him any mind.
It takes a bit of wandering through the mazelike streets of Kirkwall's lower portions until he finds it, making his way down steps (and noticing with distaste the iron gates shut at night to keep the People in a cafe), but the sight of the vhenadahl is still a welcome one compared to the grime everywhere else. It's still sad to him, that this would be the only thing remembered of what these people were, if they had ever even heard a too-often repeated tale of it. In a way, that was why he was here, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone. Finally feeling more comfortable, he pulls the cowl down, but his way is purposeful, and the house is just where it was said to be. It sticks out as a place of importance, since he had heard that the woman that lived there had taken up the role of looking after these people.
...Considering what had led him here, he wonders if that was how she had chosen to repent.
No matter. He stops at her house, ignoring the stares of the other elves, wary of a stranger, and he simply knocks. It's loud enough to be heard, but not the harsh, threatening knock of a city guard. ]
warning to any passerbys that there are going to be spoilers
[ It was difficult to take time away, but not impossible. Luckily, the Inquisitor was understanding enough that even in war and the hard times upon them, Solas was at least allowed some travel on his own. He had asked for only a week, and he fully intended to live up to that promise. There were things he had to do with the Inquisition that were at the forefront of his attention, but as the Inquisition made its progress, and and another unusual apostate had come to reside in Skyhold (bringing with her quite an unusual artifact to match), Solas knew that things were moving forward quickly.
Like a stone given only a gentle touch on a slope, it was starting to roll ever faster, and so he felt he should be certain it would end up where it should.
Solas steps off the boat and gives his coin for the passage, but he wastes little time in heading to his destination. He's more vulnerable here than he would like, since this simply wasn't a place where one could openly carry a mage's staff, nor is it the best place to go with his ears uncovered by a cowl. Both of these things feel stifling, but that's just a part of why he was planning to keep his visit brief. Most of his time had been allotted for travel, because setting foot in the poverty-stricken city of Kirkwall was enough to make his expression turn slightly disgusted as he made his way towards the alienage. If nothing else, he was glad that the business of a city like this meant that no one particularly paid him any mind.
It takes a bit of wandering through the mazelike streets of Kirkwall's lower portions until he finds it, making his way down steps (and noticing with distaste the iron gates shut at night to keep the People in a cafe), but the sight of the vhenadahl is still a welcome one compared to the grime everywhere else. It's still sad to him, that this would be the only thing remembered of what these people were, if they had ever even heard a too-often repeated tale of it. In a way, that was why he was here, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone. Finally feeling more comfortable, he pulls the cowl down, but his way is purposeful, and the house is just where it was said to be. It sticks out as a place of importance, since he had heard that the woman that lived there had taken up the role of looking after these people.
...Considering what had led him here, he wonders if that was how she had chosen to repent.
No matter. He stops at her house, ignoring the stares of the other elves, wary of a stranger, and he simply knocks. It's loud enough to be heard, but not the harsh, threatening knock of a city guard. ]