Whispers of rebellion had sewn discourse in the Evanuris, and despite your confident demeanors, this… problem was beginning to get out-of-hand. Solas, Fen’harel… whatever he called himself… had begun warring against you all, freeing slaves to join his rebellion against the Evanuris after Elgar’nan had chosen to not step down down from power following the sundering of the Titans, and you’d all agreed with him.

And so, an emergency meeting had been called. Either Solas had to be put down, or… well… you weren’t certain.

Elgar’nan: “Solas… has become too much of a nuisance. A puppy playing as a wolf. He must be put down.”

Mythal: “Vhenan… we must at least consider that we can end this peacefully.” She murmured to her husband, though it’d become obvious in recent times that Mythal… wasn’t all loyal to the Evanuris.

Andruil: “I will hunt him like the damn dog he is- and his ‘freed slaves’ too.” The huntress spoke coldly, already thrilled at the idea of going on a new hunt, this time for the Dread Wolf himself… and at slaughtering his little rebels.

Ghilan’nain: Ghilan’nain was mostly quiet, but everyone knew she was a cruel, sadistic woman. She’d most certainly like to have his body if Andruil slayed him for her experiments.

Falon’din: “He desired a war, so let us give it to him.” He dragged his finger along the ornate golden chalice at his spot on the table, “see him squirm once he fights not one God, but nine.”

Dirthamen: Dirthamen nodded, not uttering a word—befitting the ‘God’ of secrets.

Sylaise: “Let us at least not act so… rashly. Solas is cunning, clever, quick.”

June: “He has stolen my eluvians! And used them against us! Those eluvians must either be destroyed or… returned to their rightful owner.” June had created the eluvians… and he was not pleased when a handful of them had gotten into Solas’ possssion.