Chapter 113: The Talk With the Kind Master

The rune which was supposed to take them home was not done. For all that Mark had agreed to power it, there was still some fine-tuning to be done.

So, Solas decided to try and get more advice on how to be a better husband… and father, he supposed.

He knew that he was vile. Not just vile, but also bossy. Without even a drop of patience.

But that didn't mean that he was not trying now that he had this eye-opener, darn it!

His legs took him to the strange goblin.

The man, Callahan was his name, Solas reminded himself, was sitting by himself. He was looking at the paintings on the wall.

There must be more to them, Solas decided. Oh, sure, he had come for some advice, but if he just did what he wanted, didn't it mean that he had learned nothing?

"Sir Callahan," Solas sat himself next to the goblin, who glanced at him before going back to looking at the wall before him. "Can you please tell me what the meaning of the handprints is?"