Ritts: Sir, There's still no Trace of him.
Inquisitor: Are you sure?
Scout Ritts stares at the Inquisitor as he watches the Sky from his balcony in his room. His cut hair parted on the side as his hair resembles Krem. And his simple stubble on his face darkens his tone. He turns to Ritts. A stern look on his face as his emerald green eyes gazed into the heart of Ritts. His mark still emulating with power. We see his staff on his desk and orders and a multitude of letters of congratulations and thanks.
Inquisitor: there's no Sign of Solas?
Ritts: No My lord, it seems he left once the..orb was destroyed.
Inquisitor: I see...return to Leliana, I want everything we know about Solas. His allies, his origins. Everything.
Ritts: Yes Inquisitor.
Ritts exits down the stairs as he turns
