"Is that…?" Aveline's brows knit into a disgusted scowl.
"I think it is," Hawke said eagerly. "I mean, look! When I mentioned it, I never really thought I'd see it. Quick! Grab Varric, he has to see this, even he couldn't come up with this."
Merrill peeked around the corner into the mausoleum and squeaked before pulling her head back and turning big eyes up at Hawke. "How do they even move like that?"
Aveline dragged Varric back and just pointed to the door where Hawke and Merrill were lurking.
He stuck his head around the corner and pulled back with a whistle. "Andraste's dimpled butt cheeks, am I really seeing boneless women flopping around an evil relic? Really? Even I couldn't write this shit."