Then, suddenly, Conlan yelled and Faer had already known what he was going to say. Not even a moment's hesitation as he pulled out his staff while Conlan barked orders of which the Dalish mage was obeying, but he wasn't going to run away without actually doing something. The darkspawn, looked to be about twenty of them, ran limping towards them and the majority of them seemed to huddle towards Conlan as Faer walked backwards, casting virulent walking bomb as he said, "Kill the middle one, Conlan. It'll blow when it's dead."