“One Wolf pelt? You should be lavished in many.” He spoke boldly before finding a blank spot on the table and sitting down. “This mountain is always cold, I don’t know how many can stand it. You know, my stall has many furs to offer. Come on, Solas. Indulge me. Designing and sewing is all I’ve got to do here. I’m not as skilled in combat as you nor could I survive on an quest. I barely made it here.”















