[ it's almost comedic, witnessing the zap of lightning and the immediate collapse of the npc. hawke doesn't even lift a finger, but her other eyebrow joins the first one in surprise and she lets out a whistle. ]

Personally, a quiet spa day in the Pleasure District usually does the trick for me. Hot massage, a soak in the sauna, getting to wear a fluffy bathrobe. All the blood and viscera melt away with my worries!

[ right and -- ]

Oh, nice trick, by the way.