"Never, ever believe half of what Varric says," Hawke says on a laugh. She's the last person to pull such bigotry on anyone. After everything she's been through, after all her mistakes, she's not about to judge another person. Tease them, absolutely, make jokes about an entire area, of course, but judge? No, she'll leave that for Meredith. Alllll for Meredith. Her warmth is genuine and so is the rest of her. Varric made her into a legend, but it's because he knew the true person. And exactly how to make her roll her eyes the hardest.
"You should have read his letters about you lot. I swear he falls in love with everyone in his own writer-driven way." They did have excellent stories after all. No she's not falling apart without him after they only had a short reunion and then she died. That's far too sad to dwell on.
Hawke gestures for him to follow and walks toward the main village. "So there's a lot of buildings, some for living in, a library I think, the inn has a kitchen and rooms, it's basic conditions of a small type of village, but not terrible." It's relatively clean, that's the good part, and for now not as deathly. She's been here long enough to know her way around, and she leads him right to the inn, opening the door and dramatically bowing as she holds it open. It is dry and warm in there, at least. "There's a storeroom with a lot of knick knacks, it's where I got my knives. I suppose it's all open season there." No one stopped her. She gestures toward the village census and village events "There's a load of information in there. Gave me a damned headache."
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"You should have read his letters about you lot. I swear he falls in love with everyone in his own writer-driven way." They did have excellent stories after all. No she's not falling apart without him after they only had a short reunion and then she died. That's far too sad to dwell on.
Hawke gestures for him to follow and walks toward the main village. "So there's a lot of buildings, some for living in, a library I think, the inn has a kitchen and rooms, it's basic conditions of a small type of village, but not terrible." It's relatively clean, that's the good part, and for now not as deathly. She's been here long enough to know her way around, and she leads him right to the inn, opening the door and dramatically bowing as she holds it open. It is dry and warm in there, at least. "There's a storeroom with a lot of knick knacks, it's where I got my knives. I suppose it's all open season there." No one stopped her. She gestures toward the village census and village events "There's a load of information in there. Gave me a damned headache."