The crisp morning air fills your lungs as dawn begins to peak its head over the mountains surrounding Skyhold, a quiet hush remaining cast over the expansive stone keep.

Not many are awake yet—besides yourself, evidently—and yet as you walk past the door that leads into the open chamber at the base of Skyhold's library, a low light flickers out from under the door.

Curiosity drives you on to open the door revealing Solas, who remains focused on the scrolls before him at his desk.

You stand quietly in the entry to the library, leaning against the doorframe and watching him for a moment. You notice how his violet eyes linger along the parchment, gaze melancholic; as if he was lost within the memories the elven scripture produces, that your scouts had retrieved from the Emerald Graves.