There are those who believe that you shall catch cold in the heat if you wash your feet in winter yet that is not true. There are always those who will proclaim many things for that fleeting moment of eyes upon them.

[Boys are less likely to cry wolf in Thedas though, not when they really could possibly be werewolves.]

I see. We have corpses that may rise when a demon is unable to tell the difference between the living and the dead. A ravening corpse is one possessed by a demon of hunger, driven to feed upon the living. They may drain even the life from their enemies from being close enough to them. Darkspawn are the ones weaker in the sun, and as the days of the Blight grow longer, darker does the sky grow.

[The idea of how to repel them makes her snort; in her experience, the only good way to deal with things is to actually deal with them. To kill them. To burn the remains that they might never rise and return once again. Then again they aren't real to his people.]

How am I to take your meaning of awesome? Impressive or daunting? Both at once? [What does she say about Flemeth when there are so many who will hear?] Tis hardly the story most children are told of their mothers, perhaps all three.