Hawke was startled by the lack of fighting so far. She wouldn't say it was a bad thing, she'd gone though many vicious and lethal fights before coming here, but she still looked over her shoulder. Waiting for the next disaster. So far it was quiet. Too quiet. Except when she came across young mercenaries needing a guide!

"Not many! There are some blades in the group supplies. I grabbed knives from there and I've been making my own arrows." She used an axe to cut the wood needed for those and whittled from there. "There's nothing as sophisticated as what you and I would want to use. No professional weapons to speak of." The bows and blades were tolerable, but only that. "There is someone who has a forge here, though, I haven't brought him a task yet, but maybe soon."