"Well, don't say I didn't offer," Mesaraih said in response to Tal. He frowned as Tal continued, sensing a divisiveness begin to claw into the group again. Mesaraih himself leaned towards just leaving, though that was mostly to get out of the Deep Roads. He was more than fed up of being underground, and although he didn't know what to expect from the spirit, he didn't assume it would be overly difficult.<br/><br/>Although, when he thought back to the illusion and the dead darkspawn by the spirit's home, he had to admit he could be underestimating it.<br/><br/>Valehna nodded as Tal spoke. "Getting the lyrium should help us in the long run. Especially if we want to have any hope of finding our way in the forest out there," she said.<br/><br/>Mesaraih looked at everyone briefly, then sighed. "I hate this place," he mumbled. "But I see your point."<br/><br/>The ceiling rumbled as some dust shook off it and floated down. He noticed Ester's hand looked bloodier than before and frowned at the dust falling down.<br/><br/>"You should clean that," he told her, offering her his water flask. "I could cut you another makeshift bandage if you want."<br/><br/>Valehna looked at Ester's bleeding hand. "Or you could let me heal that for you," she said in an annoyed voice.