"You walk where the Veil thins," Solas said, his voice calm but edged with curiosity, his gaze tracing the flicker of light in the distance. The Crossroads shimmered around him, the air thick with the hum of unseen magic. He rested a hand on the ancient stone beside him, as if grounding himself in the shifting space.

"Tell me, traveler—what do you seek in a place so intertwined with memory and purpose?"