Have you had to before?

[It isn't an amusing process, exactly— certainly not now, when being an elf around a corpse is a very dangerous thing indeed, no matter whose fault it was. But it was, once, when he had Hawke's protection to rely upon.]

A— [hm] — companion of mine had a tendency to find corpses wherever she went. I do not mean that as an oblique reference to her murderous capacities; sometimes they were not her fault. But the excuses she would come up with were . . . inventive, after a time. He tripped. He fell. He had a sheer heart attack. He looked upon the hopelessness of life and simply dropped dead from despair. He had been having an affair with a demon, who subsequently grew jealous, possessed him, and murdered him.

My favorite, however, [and he's making his way towards the alley's mouth, peering out, trying to see if anyone is watching them,] may have been when she did not try to deny it at all, but simply offered up the opinion that, given the man was trying to mug her, she actually did the city a service and they ought to reward her.

Her audaciousness was . . . admirable, if not stressful at times. Come—

[The coast is relatively clear, and the sooner they get away from this, the better.]

I assume this is not your first corpse, regardless.