Your words are kind.

[ Solas allows her to move closer and has no issues with her looking at his murals. They're designed to be seen, after all, to be looked upon and recognised for what they are. They're a source of inspiration, meant to be witnessed by slaves and those bound, people in the Circle that are trapped in their own way. They're there for courage, for strength, and Solas wants them to be witnessed. Let the world see what rebellion means.

There is not much art in Kirkwall, for obvious reasons, so it will not take long for word of his frescos to spread around. He will have to be careful with what work he presents when he studies and researches; it will not do for him to be linked with this kind of subtle anger. He will have to take heed of what is happening around him.

Carefully, he turns his head and smiles. ]

I used flowers from the North mixed with pale paints. Add a little more of the pale yellow typical to Kirkwall and you create this.

[ Slowly, he bows his head in return. ]

I am Solas. I am glad to meet you, lady Galadriel. Your excitement is a kindness and does me merit.