"Of course!" Merrill calls back. She's just as displeased about the Venatori idiots escaping as the rest are, but at least one has a scar to remember her by. The priority, however, is still her captured friends. The goal is to get everyone out and back to Skyhold alive and in as good of health as can be expected. If that means lyrium potions, then so be it.

If that means tapping into blood, then so be it.

She comes up to Adelaide and calls upon the earth. Roots and vines reach across the stone, tangling and twisting together to make something more solid than just a straight stretch. Nature doesn't tend to do straight lines anyway.