Dorian hesitates for a second, then, "I'm afraid I can't give a 'yes' or 'no' to this one, but I'll offer that it's not beyond the realm of possibility."

It's darker here, even with sunlight lancing in through the cracks above. In the distance, in little pockets of what was once ancient dwarven civilizations, those lyrium-laced lamps are still glowing gamely.

"Darkspawn all over the place," Lieutenant Renn grits out. "You can see their torches."

... Ah. Not lamps, then.

"Even darkspawn appreciate a little mood lighting," Dorian says, feigning some amusement.