He really did it. I still couldn't believe it. Solas killed Doran.
For power.
The only person who could find it in himself to love him.
And that blonde monster killed him.
"Well," I said, as I clutched the general's soul. "You really should have gotten some dating advice from Grannie Almira."
"You can give him a whole therapy session later," Aron said, taking the soul marble from my hand and then going to the corpse. "Where is it? I know you have it. A ribbon with a Quick Shot and an Air enchantment. Level 1,000 on the scale."
I blinked. Wait, did Aron really want to turn Daron into a dungeon core? Here, in Necromantic Union territory?
"Aron," I began, but he was already arranging Daron's corpse, for I was not onboard with the man being brought back this way so that the body could accept the soul.
So, as if Daron was sleeping.