"I think we should leave them to think over your offer." Ester replied, eyes flicking over the group of terrified Dwarves. They probably wouldn't come after the pair and if they did, Ester and Mesaraih would no doubt be less fatigued and accompanied by Tal and Valehna. She clicked her fingers, the flames disappearing, making the room cold yet again.<br/><br/>She picked up the staff she'd placed down on the desk and gripped it with her good hand. "Think yourselves lucky, I don't often show mercy." She warned them, looking at Mesaraih and nodding her head towards the staircase. It was time to inform the rest of the party what they'd discovered, minus the blood magic part. She turned around, walking out of the doorway and climbing up the stairs. Once she'd reached the top, she waited for her companion to join her before heading back to the others.<br/><br/>"They've been a while. You think they're okay?" Tal asked, he'd kept himself amused by whittling down a bit of rock that had crumbled from one of the broken statues. He'd grown bored. The Qunari felt recovered enough to continue pressing on and he was itching to hit something again. He'd never been one to sit still and do nothing.