Solas: Lyria, what is this noise? And who are these people?
Lyria: Those are my Dalish friends, dad. We are in a band together. We play gremlin rock
Solas: This... this is music? It has a name?
Lyria: Gremlin rock is all the rage these days.
Solas: Da'len, this is how the Blight sounds when it gets to you.
Band bass player: Dude, that's some major inspiration there. We haven't written a song about the Blight yet.
Solas: Call me 'dude' again and I will make it so you fear sleep for the rest of your life, young man.
Band bass player: See, our Keeper was right about you. Do you want to hear the song we wrote about you? It's called, "Baby, let me catch your scent".
Lyria: I wrote all the lyrics myself! Except that line about the slow arrow, mom helped with that one. I'm not sure what it means though.
Solas: Your mom and I are going to have a talk as soon as my spies find her new hideout.
Lyria: By the way, can I borrow your pelt for our concert? And the kneefaces?
Solas: Absolutely not. And if I hear your band ever played a song, any song about me, you will be grounded for a month. In the Fade.
Lyria: You're ruining my life!!! I can never have friends, or go on dates, or even wear vallaslin like all the cool kids, all because of you and your stupid rebellion!!! And now I can't even play the song I wrote about you!!!
Solas: *sighs* Ir abelas, da'len. All right, I will not restrict your freedom of expression. But can you go practice somewhere farther away from my office? It's almost midnight and I am trying to get to work.
Lyria: Mom said we should play here.
Solas: She would, would she not. Hmmm, I have an idea. *Draws a map of his castle, marks a spot, and hands it over to Lyria.* Why don't you go practice here?
Lyria: That's in the dungeon.
Solas: Yes, the acoustics are excellent there. It will help you work on that song about the Blight. If you hear screams, do not let it bother you, just play louder.