Adasse for one is sure that Solas is some sort of dream-walking hahren, like the stories of old. You know, the ones that the Dalish tell and then go about and treat anyone who doesn't have ink tattoo'd all over their faces like they're idiot children.

So when Solas answers some questions for another Dalish, Adasse comes over and listens. What Solas says is not the crazy rhetoric of the Dalish, and seems clearer and more ... he's not sure, real? Than anything else he's heard.

When the Dalish has wandered off, he lingers, arms folded over his chest. "So ... you've really gone to all those old places?"