Hey, Korrin never judges. If Lena gets off tearing darkspawn apart, she's more than welcome. As that happens, the Vashoth mage wreathes her forearms in blue-green light, raising the grate to block the tunnel. Afterward, she rests her hands on her hips and sighs. "It's not perfect; given time, they could still break past it, but that's the best I can do for now. The Inquisition can get more people on this later." Or maybe that high dragon roaming about somewhere outside would do them all a solid and bury this place, preferably once they're done with it.