It's uncomfortable going for the next few lengths of passage, but the collapses happened long ago. The rocks are stable; the route, it seems, is safe. And there's no darkspawn to be found anywhere.

Although Varric finds himself sniffing the air unhappily as the dull red glow of a much larger chamber ahead starts to penetrate the dimness. "Hawke," he says, "I don't like that smell, do you? That's not darkspawn."