He is going to have to ask after that- whatever Cyril uses? Apparently is made to last. Perhaps it is some Dalish thing. No matter, once he has cut down the last of the soggy bastards (perhaps they knew their mothers but he has no reason to wonder at that, they are now twice dead) Zevran stumbles to the higher ground, wrenching his feet free of the sucking mud.

And. All but stumbling into another contingent of the raising undead.

"...You think they would learn to stay dead after the first time!"