"I feel safer already," Mesaraih mumbled, a small smile on his lips. He gave a long yawn, sticking his tongue out much like a dog might, then lay down on the stone floor. He used his hands to prop his head up slightly and tucked his knees in. It was about as comfortable as he was going to get.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes, letting the fatigue of the day wash over him. After the thousands of darkspawn he had just seen, he was grateful for the chance to rest.<br/><br/>Valehna took a few more steps back from the pillars, feeling their strange songs echoing in her head. The raw strength of the material was making her dizzy.<br/><br/>She glanced over at Tal, who had withdrew her axe. "If you want to use that as a pickaxe, you can take some of it. We really wouldn't need more than couple of pounds. One pound of lyrium is already a lot. Thing is, dwarves are usually the ones who mine this stuff. They have a resistance to it. Try not to let it touch your skin, and don't hold onto it for longer than you need to."<br/><br/>She handed him a small sack he could put the chunks of lyrium into. "We're going to need to find a way to grind it down to finer proportions if we don't want it to slowly begin affecting our heads," she added. "But we can worry about that later."<br/><br/>Then, she looked over to the red pillar. "We could also get less of the red lyrium," she noted. "It seems to be more powerful."