"Oh, you know," she says, dodging the swipe of a paw and setting one dagger on her back to reach into her coat with her free hand and pull out a glass bottle.

"Poison coming!" she warns, to give Korrin time to get out of the splash zone before she flings it at the bear's feet and a cloud of toxic dust flies up into its face. She retrieves her dagger and continues the conversation.

"Figured it was time to see what the holdup was with killing this Corriff-whatever darkspawn asshole."