Vlast cannot spend one more moment in that lodge and almost eagerly (insofar as his perpetual scowl can seem eager) signs up for watch duty. He'll deal with Darkspawn - he has plenty of experience of dealing with corrupted, hive-minded minions thank-you-very-much. He has less experience dealing with tacky decor.

"That's sarcasm, isn't it?"

He sits down beside her, laying his greatsword over his lap.

"I walked the perimeter twice. Still no signs of movement."