As someone who wasn't there (because deshyrs would've been there, Bhelen loyalists, good old merchant types) he only knows what he's heard and those things grow more lurid by the minute. He was doing the sensible thing; writing some letters back to the family, getting drunk and working on traps at three in the morning. Taking advantage of Skyhold being emptier than usual.

Deciding that closer inspection is warranted since who knows when he'll get this sort of opportunity again, he rolls over. "I know miners that've had, shall we say, incidents with the blue stuff and they end up coming topside. They can make amazing things but they're a bit-- well they're a bit what they are. They get it out of you? S'pose it's harder to tell. It's red, blood's red. Only a few people drink enough lyrium to turn that blue."