"Or there's rather more to go. They're called the Deep Roads for a reason."

But he steels himself, following after their adventuring party. Shaper Valta seems rather enthused, making her guesses as to the area they've stumbled upon. Heidrug Thaig, she calls it, a place thought lost to the ages. How she can tell is beyond Dorian, but she is a Shaper. She's meant to be able to sense these things, he thinks.

Valta is discussing the place's history to an attentive Evelyn, while Renn and Cassandra are markedly less fascinated behind them. Cassandra says something about taking care around raw lyrium veins, and Dorian just peers out over the wide, cavernous expanse, imagining how long it would take someone to fall from that fissure at the surface before they hit something solid.

A long time, it looks like. What a terrifying thought.

He tears his gaze away from the cracks above them, away from where the light is spilling in, and focuses on the path the Inquisitor is forging. He doesn't quite clear his throat, but he does, at least, make a small sound.

Quietly, he prompts, "I'm thinking of a place."