Interesting, and also, odd. Controlling. Clearly a tense subject too. Hawke doesn't like it. She'd last all of ten minutes before intentionally causing a ruckus. "I'm not sure any of my people would be able to handle it, they didn't even like being landlocked to our city." Isabela in particular hate being stuck. She missed the sea and every ounce of freedom she found for herself. "If things hadn't gone sour though, I might never have left my city, outside of those little jaunts."

She frowns. "Don't like the sound of this Capitol, but I'm trying not to judge other people's worlds. They're all different, different rules." Unless he has things to talk about with the Capitol. It seems very limiting.

Hawke smiles faintly, without much mirth to it. "It did. The thing is, people know my name, but they don't really know what I look like. My friend Varric wrote tales of my life, and in it he describes me differently on purpose." He's smart that way, he's always been smart. "People in the city normally knew me on sight, but outside of it, they wouldn't look twice." So Hawke managed to sneak around and stay out of the way. "I don't really strike people visually as the Champion. I'm supposed to be six feet and imposing." It worked in her favor.