"Oh not Meredith." Hawke's tone noticeably darkens and she scowls. Not at Phyrne of course, but Meredith is a frustrating ghost. "She ruled with a cruel fist, everyone was terrified of her, and I had to put up with her for so much longer than sanity would allow." So Hawke had many swears for the woman, and she only barely tolerated her back because taking down the Champion of Kirkwall wouldn't go so well for her. "Then she tried to murder all the mages so I got to stab her a lot." Hawke pauses and winces. "Sorry, have to keep remembering that talking about killing people isn't great dinner conversation." It was for her, alright?

"A king! Interesting." She knew King Alistair from in person, an adorable sort he was, but she didn't see quite as pleased with it. "Was he the bad sort of king?"