Bethany leans up in her saddle, because compliments didn't always come with treats after all. After a moment, she pursed her lips, "Well, he is a darkspawn, for all the other things he is. So that means ... there's a way to kill him, if we can cut him off from what makes him - well - him. I am just not sure what that is."

She arched an eyebrow, "We really could use about a dozen Brother Genetivi's."