"The Fade in Darrow is a bit different from the Fade I am familiar with," Solas says as he steps into Zhuge's field of view. "But, then, the world I am from is vastly different from Darrow." There is a small smile on his face, and his eyes are alight.

All around them, there are evanescent, pale figures, floating this way and that in slow patterns. Their shapes are reminiscent to people, but they lack solidness and definition. Solas bows shallowly to one as it passes. If it notices him, it does not react.