Let's join the Venatori, he said. We'll see the world, he said.

Steve sighs. "He's--"

"A genius," Timmy interrupts. That prompt healing of his friend, that attentive stabbing. And not just a healer, but a spirit healer. She adores me. How radiant. "Alas, much of his work is confidential. However, he has been refining his techniques for some time. I assure you, your friends have been part of the most sophisticated of procedures." A beat and, after a brief glance at the Qunari with her Spirit blade, he addresses the Spirit Healer. "What was your name, again?"

"He doesn't let others be involved unless they are his researchers, but there's been deliveries of lyrium, the normal stuff, for months. When the subjects come out of the lab they're barely coherent. Researchers stay by the dungeons to keep them under observation." Steve swallows, and glances at Avery. "That's all I know."

Finally, now he can breathe easy, Gus speaks as well. "One if them, the Avvar, is for a different project."