"Ah, depth of character. Maybe I can work in a flashback sequence or two."

"It'd deserve its own prequel series, really."

"We'll have to feel the market out on that one. My publisher can be a little overcautious sometimes."

"I bet my story will blow them away."

He chuckles. "It just might. You don't seem to do anything by halves."

"I'll tell it while we travel, how about?"

"Planning a trip?"

"How do the hinterlands sound?"

"...Sounds like a huge mess. You looking to start putting things back together?"

"Yeah, and the Inquisition got a request to help some refugees."

"Sounds like a worthy cause." He pauses to consider. "Sure, I'm in."

"Thanks."

"I hope it'll be more than just me and you?" he says questioningly.

"Cassandra's coming, and I was going to go grab Solas next."

"Should be fun. I'll start packing."

"Knew I could count on you."

"What can I say, I'm the reliable sort. And Bianca's been getting a little antsy."

She laughs. "Can't have that!"

He grins. "You don't want to see her when she gets irritated."

"I'll do my best to avoid it."

"We appreciate it." Wink. "I think Chuckles was up by the herbalist's, if you're looking for him next."

"I am." Little wave, and she's off. 

The part of Haven where the herbalist keeps his stores is one of the relatively less-crowded areas. Solas stands on a small hillock alone, gazing at the scraggly forest crawling up the mountainside.

She bounces up! 

"Hi Solas!"

"Hello Lionheart," he says. "It is good to see you are well today."