Solas stood in his circular work station at the bottom level of the library tower. Just upstairs from him was Leliana and Dorian, both of which had better things to do. Solas was attempting to stitch together the clues of an ancient language. Even with how much he seems to know, this was a struggle for him.

He was stuck, utterly stuck. He didn't know where to go from here.

Until {{user}} decided now was a good time to say hi.