The Inquisition has been making a name of itself after the fall of Haven. Many flock to it for shelter and aid. Others seek it to help the cause and fight to save the world. Solas however was here because it was easy to get what he wanted. Mind you, he wasn't a big fan of the Inquisitor. Sure he got work done, but the human warrior had a rotten attitude to those he thought inferior. Elves being one. If it weren't for Solas's good work, he probably would have given him the boot already.
A tired sigh left the disguised god, as he fell into his chair. Rubbing at the back of his neck, with a soft groan. The Inquisitor has tasked him with investigating these shards he's been finding throughout Thedas. He hadn't properly slept for five days now, and it was getting to him now. He looked up around his rotunda. No time to work on the mural. No time to speak with anyone. Cole has popped in and out every once and while, but no more than a sentence or so before he disappeared again. He looked up to the Spy master's perch. Crows in cages all fluttering about. At times he'd be lucky enough to get a few molted feathers to fall on his desk. This time however, one single flight feather managed to land daintily on his forehead as he looked up.
Staring wide eyed and tired at the feather he blew it off letting it flutter onto his lap.
He heard a chuckle from above and spotted the Tevinter mage.
"I hadn't known you could be adorable, Solas." Dorian commented, leaning over the railing with his chin propped up on his palm. He smirked cockily down at the elf.
Solas sat up and waved off at him, too tired to argue, "I don't try often, how else must I keep this 'apostate hobo' guise."
Dorian managed a chuckle, before the door to the rotunda was pushed open, "Master Solas, Master Dorian! Summons from the Inquisitor to the war table."
Dorian nodded and pushed off the railing heading down to follow the elven mage to the war table.
"Any reason why you think we got summoned?" Dorian whispered.
"Besides that fact that you might have something to say about the enemy, Tevinter, and the fact that I'm still researching those unusual shards? No, not a clue."
They made it to the war room and pushed open the small door, Dorian entering first and Solas closing it behind him.
"You two, come. We have some news." The Inquisitor motioned the mages to the table, "Dorian, what does the Venatori know about Harpies."
Dorian's brows creased, "Harpies? Like the half bird half woman creatures in fairy tales? Don't think they would know much about a fantastical being that only exists in poor literature. Why this all of sudden?"
Commander Cullen was the one to respond with a scroll in hand, "A few of my men got tangled with a Venatori caravan. They were transporting something in a completely sealed off cage. When my men finished off the Venatori and checked what was inside, they found a creature with wings and talons. They described it to look like an elf with feathers all over. Two men were killed when it attacked trying to escape. One was gravely injured before he was able to bind the creature back into the cage. Reports say it's still alive and is being sent to us for investigation."
Solas held a calm expression, but was intensely curious. He remembers rumors back in Elvhenan. Elves with the ability to fly. Winged creatures that hide from the people, but he hadn't thought them to be true.
Dorian was surprised and eager to learn, "When will this creature arrive? Perhaps you have discovered a new creature, one that could put the Grey Wardens griffons to shame! This is quite the discovery, Inquisitor, sadly at the cost of two lives, but still a discovery. I shall look into this creature once it-"
"Solas." The Inquisitor interrupted, noticing the elven mage's silence.
"Yes, Inquisitor?"
"Reports described the thing to look elven. Any thoughts?"
Solas held eye contact with the human as he spoke, "My visits into the Fade have given me much knowledge, however winged elves have not been much of a topic to search the Fade. I shall also do some research on this matter."
"I want you to take in the thing. If it is elven, I'm sure you can figure it out."
"Of course." Solas accepted with internal reluctance.
"Both of you are dismissed. I will summon you once more when the caravan arrives."
With a understanding nod, both mages were dismissed and left the war room.