"You know yourself best, I'm sure," Solas replies, unconvincingly, and unconvinced, "It may reassure you know that the Chantry itself did almost nothing. The Templars splintered off entirely, from the first."

He had come to the conclave himself, keeping to the outskirts, well away from the blast-radius. Smug and foolish, so certain of his plan and its imminent fruition. It was Beleth's luck, and skill, and her beloved, compassionate heart that had saved them all from his folly.

"By then, you and your friend were long escaped, and grown proficient at keeping from their notice. But that was before we met; I can only tell you what I have heard, or read, from one who was there."