"Get that lyrium moving, you sods, or I'll flay you myself," a deep voice growled in the dimly lit cavern, motivating the dwarven workers to move as fast as they could, without compromising the precious cargo. All around one could see glimpses of architecture in the darkness, hewn out of the stone itself.
The people marching around in this ancient dwarven space were an odd mix; there were elves, dwarves, humans, and even the occasional qunari.
"I must thank you again for this kindness, ser Karon," a red-headed woman addressed the growling dwarf, whose face was covered with a full, red beard, and decorated so as to look like a geometric skull.
"Save your thanks, human. This alliance is one of convenience," the dwarf responded with a huff. "If it wasn't for the Inquisition's crackdown on smuggling, house Cadash would never have agreed to aiding you rebels."
"The dwarf speaks sense for once, Karina," a rugged elven woman interjected, her fully tattooed face no less intimidat