Dorian: Solas, for what it's worth, I'm sorry. Dorian: The elven city of Arlathan sounds like a magical place, and for my ancestors to have destroyed it... Solas: Dorian... hush. Solas: Empires rise and fall. Arlathan was no more "innocent" than your own Tevinter in its time. Solas: Your nostalgia for the ancient elves, however romanticized, is pointless. Solas: If you wish to make amends for past transgressions, free the slaves of all races who live in Tevinter today. Dorian: I... don't know that I can do that. Solas: Then how sorry are you?