Hawke's interest level immediately rises, her eyebrows arching with it. Bows. She misses her bow and all of her other supplies. Mostly her bow, though. If she could find one for herself, she would be really happy, but for now she might be able to settle for sharing. It would mean actually being able to do something she understands. Something she's done for most of her life.

"I've been shooting a bow since before I could walk," she replies jokingly. "Does anyone else go hunting with you?" If not, maybe he would be a good person to help show her around. She could use a friendly face anyway.

"Never heard of Westeros, either. I guess we're mutually lacking in knowledge." She does pause as she realizes she might actually have to tell him her name. That would never happen in Thedas. Or very rarely anyway. Most people know her, if not on sight then definitely by name. "Call me Hawke. Everyone else does."