"Then I will have to investigate." It's likely that they're fake - there are many so-called 'relics' that turn out to be nothing more than trinkets with Dalish markings scraped on them to make them appear realistic - but the idea that there might be something real out there is too much for him to ignore. He can look into the matter and liberate those things that might be somewhat real.

Each step they make has Solas coming close to regretting his choices, and he shakes his head as he breathes out and looks over at Varric. The company is not the worst, at least, and it may only be for a few hours. Even so, his nose wrinkles in distaste; each word the dwarf says does little to make him feel better about it.

"Street food that, I hope, will have no poison in it?"