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[lost_and_foundry]

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[goethbeforethefall]

Barcus Wroot. [There is a pause] This is Solas.

You may already have guessed, but your missing friend has been sighted. I parted with him at the market: he seemed eager to return.

[lost_and_foundry]

Solas. [Barcus is sometimes capable of holding a poker face, but this is not one of those times, and his voice bubbles with eight different kinds of anxiety.]

You saw him? Dorian said he was back. [Warmth colors his voice.] Thank you. I'm sure he'll...

Well let's just hope he doesn't go missing on the way from the market, I suppose, hm?

[goethbeforethefall]

I could attempt to follow in his trail, if you like. But he seemed...

[He seemed like he was built like a brick and Solas has been visited by the bruise fairly often enough this week.]

As you said, very distinct. Ashton was his name, correct? You never told me.

[lost_and_foundry]

A little brusque, perhaps? [Some of the anxiety dials back, and there's a smile in his voice.] Yes, that's Ashton.

Gods, no, don't follow him, he wouldn't thank you for that.

But it means a hell of a lot that you remembered and followed through. Again, thank you. [It's a small thing, but he'll remember this.]

[goethbeforethefall]

It is nothing. I would hope for the same, if it was... [Lavellan.] ...a friend of my own.

[This is how loyalty is built: small gestures, a good memory, and the emotion of the moment. One step at a time.]

Enjoy your reunion, my friend.

[lost_and_foundry]

[Despite having an introverted nature, Barcus wears his heart on his sleeve more often than not. You just have to know where to look. Evidently Solas has spotted it, and maybe that should worry the gnome, but it doesn't.

Alliances are important to him, too. Collaboration, challenge, solving problems with the power of reason...]

Gladly, I shall. Walk safely; I hope to hear from you again.