"Perhaps they all drowned," Lukas replies with both conviction and relish. Can bears swim? He ought to find a way to test the question.

He is briefly torn between casting about for his lost staff, and clearing the mud at least from his face and hair, as much as the latter is possible with nothing to wipe it with that isn't going to do more muddy harm than good. In the end looking for the staff wins out. He will magically scrub himself pristine, see if he doesn't. "It isn't like this everywhere. The Rift did pick Thedas's most wretched outreaches to manifest over. For which I suppose I'm grateful - not much of value to destroy around here."