"Bhelen," Stalas growls. "I wished with all my soul I could believe it wasn't you. I should have fucking known better. How long have you been working on this one, brother? Would I find your signet ring if I searched those mercenaries," he waves back down the tunnel again, "or did you steal Trian's ahead of time? No, it must have been his, you may be a lying sack of shit but I will never accuse you of being stupid." He finds that his fists are clenched and no amount of pain can motivate him to unclench them. "Fuck you, Bhelen. Step out the gate and fall into the sky. The Stone doesn't want you. May your life go down in history as that time the King of Orzammar was cuckolded by a deep stalker and didn't find out until the spawn had almost oozed its way to the throne. You make me sick."