"I don't think I'm much of a farmer," Hawke admits, thinking back to Lothering and the whole poisoned trap issue. No thanks. "Tell me they don't use traps here. I've had enough of getting my leg stuck." She hasn't seen any yet, but admittedly this is her second day here and she's not entirely familiar with anything other than the Inn and the fountain she so gracefully climbed out of. Or gracelessly, depending on who gets asked about it.

She's a rogue, though. She should be able to pick out traps. Just apparently not the farm variety.

It takes remembering the last time she made the terrible joke not to say, "Helping people and killing people are what I do best," but it's a close thing. That would probably go about as well as it had the last time and she would really rather not deal with accidentally insulting one of the first people to talk to her this soon. Instead, she actually gives that question thought.

"I can disarm traps like a professional, shoot a bow. Explore." Maker's breath, what else did she do? "Gather herbs for the herbalists. Fight dragons. Kill demons. Get my heart broken."

Okay so that last one might not be something she likes doing, but dammit, Anders.