The last goes down with four swords thrust into its shiny abdomen at once. Silence descends back on the cave, until Aveline's voice calls out, "That's how you clear a cave. Good work, everyone. There's further to go. Stay sharp."

Cullen cleans his sword against his skirting but keeps it drawn. It was good work. It was a balm to the spirits they all needed after last night. He's radiating satisfaction and the desire to take it further. If they can leave the coast on a high note, their losses won't be for naught.

Deeper into the cave blue glow worms dot the low ceiling providing some ambient light. He has always thought them beautiful, if eerie. He manages to position himself close enough to Dorian for low conversation again. "Do they have these in Tevinter?" he asks, pointing upward with his sword.