Nov 7, 2017
“What did you say?”
Solas turned on his heel, turning to face the iron-blad Orlesian with a sudden interested intensity. Elvhen ears did not miss much, and so the question he meant to ask was not ‘what did you say’ but rather ‘how did you know that.’ Few in Skyhold knew there ever was a rebellion in the supposedly golden Elvhenan, and those who did would not dare name it, for fear it might reveal something this world was not ready for.
“You were telling a story,” he insisted. “About a revolution-- I would like to hear it, if you care to repeat what you said.”
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