Morrigan commented behind her, "No matter how many times you try, it's not going to change. We're underground. That means no fresh air," with a hint (keeping in mind Morrigan lacked subtlety) of annoyance in her voice.
Eden shook her head. "Doesn't hurt to try. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic." This was considered a palace? She was kind of rusty on dwarven history and culture, but the thaigs were founded by each noble house, right?
Her castle had been wide, sprawling, with plenty of places to hide, but it'd been above ground. How could the dwarves live like this?
"I rather like it. It's quite cozy, isn't it? Get a tablecloth to put over the dead ogre corpse, put up a few of Wynne's embroidery attempts, it'd feel just like home," quipped Alistair.
"I imagine this would be an improvement for you, Alistair. Perhaps the darkspawn can teach you some manners," said Morrigan.
"Oh, haha. Very funny, I get it," he replied.
"Oh, did you? I'm impressed."
Eden cleared her throat, whipping around with her hands on her hips. "Listen, you two. If you're not going to get along, we can stop right now and camp until you work out your problems! Oghren's not complaining, is he?" She turned to look for the redhaired dwarf, and found him over against one of the cavern walls, chugging from a suspicious looking bottle.
"Oh, for maker's sakes! That's it, all of you front and center. I want you all to get along, and start marching! We're finding Branka, getting this Anvil thingy, crowning a dwarven king, and getting ourselves some soldiers, got it? We don't have time for your arguing OR your drinking! Am I the only one taking this seriously?" She was so caught up in her speech, she didn't even notice the hisses behind her, until her three party members were already pulling their weapons, and something was brushing against her leg.
She recognized the clicks immediately, but a part of her was still wishing over and over as she turned around, "please let it be darkspawn, please let it be darkspawn."
The resulting scream when she saw the thaig crawler caused MORE to drop from the ceiling, and the entire area to seemingly shake.
Eden must have broken a few speed records for moving in heavy armor, because in a split second she was hiding behind the nearest dead ogre body, blubbering like a little girl while her teammates took care of the spiders.
"We're the immature ones," commented Alistair as he pulled his blade out of one particularly large abdomen, and headed over to their leader.
"Well, O Fearless Leader, shall we continue?"
"F-fucking spiders, I didn't sign up for this," she muttered to herself as she got to her feet. "Do you... do you think there's more?"
Morrigan turned towards her, a vicious smile on her lips. "Say... did I ever show you my favorite shapeshift?"
Darkspawn lifted their heads in unison, as an ethereal shriek echoed throughout the Deep Roads.