The caverns here aren't lit by bubbling lava, but by glowing blue veins of lyrium. Its low blue glare is as steady as sunlight as they approach a narrow passage that opens out into a far larger pillared gallery- one that happens to be strewn with darkspawn corpses that they didn't make.
Varric's eyes travel up from the dead horrors to a single standing figure.
"Well, I'll be a nug's uncle," he says. "Isn't that Bodahn's boy?"
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Date: 2013-12-15 05:46 am (UTC)Varric's eyes travel up from the dead horrors to a single standing figure.
"Well, I'll be a nug's uncle," he says. "Isn't that Bodahn's boy?"