Solas stood on top of a hill just outside of Jastrey. With his blindfold tied around his head, he overlooked the town. Had he really been gone that long? Had that much changed? "Baam's Shadow..." He heard himself mutter, shaking his head. With a storm at his back he started his lonely march into the town.
Solas stops in his tracks to address the two. "Creepy new Decor?" He asks curiously. His face grows serious for a moment as if pondering something. "So the Warlock half-demon died and came back? How... Unnatural." He turns to the Dwarf.
"Manling?" He says cocking an eyebrow. "Terrene, I am no Manling." He bumps the Dwarfs fist. "And no, Im not new. I've just been away for a while." He sizes the dwarf up for a moment. "You, however, I do not recognize." He bows slightly. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Solas the Farseer, Native of Upper Mestar. And I am at your service... Brother." He says with a smirk.
"Well, it was creepy. Someone blew up the tavern, than it rematerialized as some guy named Rissick's art studio full of grotesque paintings. Ive never heard of him personally but Rasiri was pretty affected by it, flipped shit and destroyed all the paintings, so I assume hes a bad guy." Ridlan smiles a bit "Personally i thought they were quite good"
Ridlan instincually felt the storm and spotted the blind seer on his way to town, he quickly intercepted him to greet him back to town. "Greetings my friend. Quite a bit has happened in your absence, most notably the taverns creepy new decor and our sherrifs death and miraculous ressurection" At this volthien shudders a bit and mumbles "apparently clawing your way out of the pit is commonplace these days" Than out loud again "Anyway, theres some new faces but its still the same old Jastrey"