[ Whereas she could go on and on about all the dead things she's had to re-kill. ]

Staff. It's a staff. [ Hawke corrects ever so sweetly. ] And so long as they come at you first, I doubt I'll actually need to hit anything at all with it. Though your plan isn't without some merit. A bit tough if we get mobbed, but still.

[ And speaking of the devil dead, something far ahead of them, just out of range of D'Artagnan's torchlight, makes a raspy, rattling groaning sound. Following that, a splash of water. ]