Daeron felt ready to collapse his arms ached, his legs felt like they were burning from the inside out. Slowly he made his way towards the camp, Storm Beaky dove down offering her partner a sword she had found. Daeron smiled and took the blade, it seemed in good enough shape and had no blood on it. Sighing he headed for the tent Celica was in, passing a few Wardens he gave them a smile. "Commander, we need to talk about these Darkspawn. About a few other things, Duncan being one of them." He told the woman as fished out a bowl of water and a cloth, unbuckling his armor he began to clean the armor.

"Starting with, what do you know about the Architect? I've read the report but I have something you might want to here, Duncan fought Architect before. The First Warden knew about it, he made sure Duncan's old journal was kept hidden. I read it recently and well, the truth isn't exactly fun. More importantly I believe the unique Darkspawn who called itself the Architect could be behind all this or at least some one like him." The Senior Warden said as he withdrew a small flask from his pocket sipping from it. "This isn't a Blight, you'd be dead chiefly and Ferelden would be over run if it was." He told her, they both knew it was true that a Blight erupting from a hole this big would be much larger than the horde's they had faced.

"My current theory is, Darkspawn civil war. They are fighting each other, some others who don't here the call of the old gods and those who do battle." He downed the last of the flask. "Now lets assume that the collapse and opening of this tunnel happened because they have been fighting ruthlessly. The ground below us was already hallowed out thanks to the deep roads, if Orge's and hundred of Darkspawn have been breaking pillars and supports along with lack of proper maintenance. That explains the hole outside, also if this fighting has been happening for years I would assume it happening through out all the Darkspawn.

Daeron paused as Beaky stuck her head in the tent, he gave his feathered friend gentle rub as he spoke. "However to know the truth... I'd like to take a team down there, see the damage and try to figure out if we can close the damn thing failing that we find a way to seal all the tunnels that lead up here and then get workers in here to pile more stones on top until it looks almost normal." He sighed looking at Beaky. "If you do this for me... Well you could borrow my friend here to use as a messenger and to go to Orlais and get the extra Wardens and soldiers you need here." He answered, knowing a few more fights like that and they would have no more Wardens or volunteers left standing to hold the line.