“I have seen things in my journeys that most can only dream of. Literally.”
As old as the earth itself, should you ask some. Fen'Harel loved and was loved by the Evanuris Mythal. Summoned when she realized that things were not as they seemed. The Evanuris were taking too much from their slaves, they were passing judgements that suited them and no other, but worst of all? Jealousy reigned true.
Solas crafted the veil after Mythal's death, enraged by the choices if the Evanuris, it was the only way he believed to stop them.
"They call me the Dread Wolf. What will they call you when this is over?"
Awake. Thedas is in trouble. He blends in as an elf, acting as if he's been an apostate mage his entire life. A lie, but no-one needed to know that. With the rifts ripping through the Veil, he recognized an answer to his goal. How to bring Mythal home. He had changed Thedas when he'd sealed the Fade behind the Veil.
Perhaps it's time to fix that. He works with the Inquisition to defeat Corypheus.
"You have a rare and marvelous spirit. In another world..."
And while working with the Inquisition, he'd let himself fall in love. A weakness he couldn't afford, and she didn't deserve. He left her,
