"I see. Well this place could be younger like yours or older like mine. I will say I lean toward younger because older places with ruins just have this feel to them. It's hard to describe. There's weight to them." Hawke's only been to a few ruins or old sites in her travels, but there's something about them. "It's possible there are spots here that have that. It's hard to tell and I expect that's intentional."

Hawke generally assumes she doesn't know what's going on. Not big picture. She's more interested in the here and now, the things she can change. She likes understanding things, so she asks questions and speculates, but on the whole if understanding doesn't change what they're going through, it's not really that important to her every day life here. "I don't think it happens often, that people have differences like that. I haven't heard it outside of ours, which makes me wonder why ours is odd like that, but." Hawke shrugs.

Her eyebrows go up. "Not allowed to travel without permission? Whose permission?" She does know there are some situations where that happens. "Most of the time the limitations for us are not being allowed in a place, whereas they'd rather us be out. That happened when a load of us tried to seek refuge in Kirkwall. We started camping out on the city outskirts." Hawke got around it by joining the mercenary guild and working for years, and that got her family inside. But being limited on the outside was less likely.

"Traveling was about missions or jobs, usually. And ...." She sighs. "Some things went very wrong in my city, and my most recent journey was because I wasn't welcome there anymore. And since my name was a bit contentious at the time, I avoided most other places too. So I lived on the road and did some missions and helped people out quietly." Hawke hates admitting her pariah status, but she's also a very truthful person.