"Thought you'd at least appreciate my vagueness," Mesaraih said. "But alright, I'll shut up. Though I think I'd make a pretty nice ice sculpture," he said, striking a fighting pose with his daggers held out menacingly.<br/><br/>The end of the tunnel came in sight, and it was not what Mesaraih expected. There was a wall of ice blocking the pathway, which extended out to a cavernous room. The ice made it difficult to see what happened beyond it clearly, but there two giant pillars almost as thick as they were tall in the center. One had glowing blue lyrium wrapped thickly around it, and the other had... red lyrium? Mesaraih couldn't think of what else to call it.<br/><br/>The whole room seemed icy, as if the pillars were emanating frost themselves. And there were rock wraiths engaged in a fight with darkspawn, though it was difficult to make out the details. To the right of the ice wall blocking their way, there was a staircase that seemed to  ascend to another room.<br/><br/>Mesaraih turned onto it and jogged quickly up the stairs, wanting to see whether there was anything in it. When he reached the top, he came onto a room similar to the other one they had been in, but with a large hole on the side that provided an overlook to the icy room. He peered down and saw that there were rocks roughly strewn about all the way to the bottom, meaning they could jump down through there to get inside the room. None of the darkspawn or rock wraiths seemed interested in trying to make their way up, however; they were locked in a fight against each other.<br/><br/>All of this stood on a cliff; to the right of the pillars and the fighting creatures, there was a dropoff that fell onto a river of molten lava, which flowed in a slow but steady ebb.<br/><br/>"Well, shit..." Mesaraih muttered, half awed and half apprehensive. Valehna had followed him up, and was looking down into the cavern with the pillars with a hard expression.