Alley couldn't hear him, of course, but she shared the sentiment anyway.

"Maker's balls," she swore instead. She'd stopped swearing by the Creators a long time ago... though she didn't believe in the Maker, it was a convenient icon to swear with.

On Thedas, these things would definitely be possessed. She wasn't convinced they weren't here, too.

Alley stood up, and gave the thing another nudge with her boot, this time hard enough to topple it onto its side. That didn't help the smell.

"There's still an upstairs to search. I'll go out first, in case our other... friends... are moving," like the donkey, or worse. She headed for the door, shield ready.