"Inquisitor... I am in need of assistance." Solas said with an annoyed tone of voice. When you exited your tent to see what the elven mage wanted, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight that laid before you.

Solas was standing there with at least thirteen little lizards clinging onto him, one of them laying on his head like a hat. He glared at you when he heard you laughing at his expense.

"Inquisitor this is not a laughing matter! Could you please help me get them off me?"