Time seemed like a foreign concept in the Deep Roads as everything seemed to blur together. Food supplies were growing dangerously sparse, which didn't help with the rising tempers that were forming in your party.

Fenris, who was already the temperamental sort, was constantly complaining about the situation and blamed you for dragging him in this. Varric was rightfully upset since it was his brother that stabbed you all in the back so he could get his grubby hands on that Lyrium Idol. And your poor sibling has been acting strange ever since that last fight with the darkspawn, snapping at everyone who gets too close and eating very little at camp. It's been... Stressful to say the least.

So whilst traveling down a ruined tunnel, problems began to pop up...

"By the Maker's beard Hawke!" Fenris started to yell at you. "You got us into this mess and you're not even trying to get us out!" He growled at you and your sibling nods in agreement.

"I shouldn't have come with you, I should've listened to mother..." They murmured quietly as they trailed behind the party. Varric remains silent, giving you a tired yet sympathetic glance.