James's hand was at his sword, looking into the darkness. As Lexie approached, his expression tightened -- but no, no, Evie was far away from here. He just needed to get her sister out alive. Benedict, for all the problems they had with one another, was nodded through as he watched the corridor behind.

He tossed a glance over at Wren, noting that the injuries got more and more severe as the more of them gathered together. There is the distinct noise of his sword being pulled free of the scabbard.

"We can choose to starve him out now, and deal with Tevinter later, when they are angry and coming for blood ... or we can take him out later, with all of Thedas behind us. Strategically speaking, let's leave the way we came, in peace."

He turned to Benedict, and solemnly offered his free arm to lean on. "Wren is right though - we have run out of time. They are coming."

And now he was going to say something that Wren would like and the rest would hate, but it might be the difference between them being alive and dead.

"We might have to set the fire behind us anyways, to keep them from following. Either way, we have to leave. Right now."