sixthiterationlogs | the champion's rogue heart

WHO: Astrid Hawke
WHERE: Fountain, Inn
WHEN: April 26th and 27th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: OPEN

April 26th - Fountain, Midday

Hawke is fairly certain that the Nightmare Demon she was fighting didn't have the ability to make her drown. Then again, she was in the Fade last she checked and the Fade is malleable enough to manage that. Still, the demon knows she hates spiders most of all. Why it would try to drown her is beyond her comprehension at the moment.

Not that she minds not staring at giant arachnids at the moment, but it is confusing.

Those thoughts flit across her mind as she struggles to push herself to the surface of the water. She can see it glinting above her like Isabela's ship, like a priceless personal goal that's just out of reach. Just a little further. She reaches, her hand breaks through, and then she's sucking in deep lungfuls of air as she pushes herself up and out, nearly falling over the edge and onto the ground below. For a few seconds, she just lies there, catching her breath and looking around for any sign of the Nightmare Demon.

Nothing. Groaning to herself about the way her life has gone, she finally rolls over and pushes herself to her feet. "That's two apologies the Chantry owes me," she complains with her usual dry humor. "This doesn't look like the Maker's bosom, either."

April 27th - Inn

Hawke takes up a room at the Inn at the first opportunity and her first day is spent just trying to cope. Of course, Hawke's version of coping is hardly the same as everyone else's, so mostly she stays away and tries to figure out what she can. She gets the main idea of the place and that's enough. No one has heard of Thedas. It's enough to make a girl crazy.

So the next day, she hangs out in the Inn proper and not in her room. It almost reminds her of the Hanged Man and that realization brings with it a squeeze of pain. She misses her companions, even if it was her choice to leave Kirkwall. She wonders vaguely how Bethany is doing, if Isabela has managed to find herself a new ship, if Fenris ever cleaned his estate, what Merrill is doing now, and if Aveline and Donnic have decided to try for children. They would make good parents, she thinks. Her mind wanders to Varric and she finds herself smiling into her cup of tea as she sits by the fire. She misses him most of all and she knows he probably misses her, too. He and Aveline were her best friends and she really misses their counsel. And Varric's very broad sense of humor and storytelling.

She keeps her mind pointedly away from Anders. That is a subject she would rather avoid.

Once she has drained her cup, with or without company, she sets about asking for work, trying to see if anyone needs any kind of help. Anyone nearby may find her walking up to start a conversation with a quick, "Mind if I ask you something?" If they say no, she'll start asking and hopefully not badgering, but if they say no, she'll politely leave them alone. Or as politely as possible.

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Jon shook his head. "No, the Watch guards the Wall along the northern border," he explained. "Wildlings attack from there, you see, and the holdings just south of the border need to be protected. I was Lord Commander for a while."

And now he was King in the North, which was quite a shift in status for a bastard. "I commanded the army there."

"A commander? Sounds like Cullen," Hawke comments, thinking of the man who had once been a templar -- who had taken her sister to the Gallows, what was once a death sentence -- and who was now commander of the Inquisition's army. He was good at his job, whichever one he was doing. If Jon Snow is even half as good at being a commander as Cullen was at being a templar and now commander, then he will be formidable indeed.

"You must be a good warrior. Sword and shield or do you like holding things with both hands?"

Hawke, no.

"I usually wield a bastard sword," Jon said. "Rarely a shield, usually just the two handed sword and hope for the best. I'm a keen eye with a bow, as well, which has proven more useful here than the sword."

No weapons save for those bows, after all, and Jon didn't know how they would deal with an enemy that got past their perimeter without some sort of hand to hand weapons. It was something to consider - they needed a palisade, of some sort, or a moat. Perhaps both.

"Ah two hands. Just like Fenris. You might like him." Though Fenris seems to have more skill than 'hope for the best.' It's nothing compared to Aveline's skill with a sword and shield, but no one will ever best her ability to fight and protect those she cares about. Hawke expects no one ever will.

"I never go anywhere without a warrior to help. I think you and I will make a good hunting party." Or will once they get some decent swords out here.

"It usually helps to have someone who can take a bit of punishment," Jon said, laughing lightly. He had always thrown himself into battle to protect others and he imagined it would never change. Even here, he would lay his life down for his sisters or for Margaery; he couldn't imagine being any different.

"I try to do my best to keep those with me safe from harm. I would rather take injury myself than see someone I care about get hurt. I've always been that way. That might seem reckless but it's a noble sort of reckless, isn't it?"

“And dish it out,” Hawke points out dryly, smirking as she thinks back to all of the punishment Aveline had dished out over the years. The woman stood face-to-face with the Maker-cursed Arishok. A Qunari leader! And she hadn’t even flinched. She’d parried spears out of the air, thrown by hate-filled Qunari agents. The woman never backed down from a fight.

Hawke makes a mental note to point that out to her next time Aveline comments on how much Hawke refuses to take the easy way out. And then she remembers that unless Aveline gets dragged here, she won’t get that chance.

“Maybe. But I’ve known someone else like that.” Fenris might have been good at taking things down, but he never quite was willing to take the punishment for everyone else. Not like Aveline. “One of my best friends used to say... ‘Protect what matters with everything you have or you’ll have nothing and deserve it.’ I think you’d like her.”

"Aye, she sounds like someone I could appreciate. We're loyal to family and friends in the North. It's part of what makes us unique in Westeros."

Jon's loyalty to House Stark was unshakeable, even when he was supposed to forsake the name of his house and pledge allegiance to the Watch alone. That loyalty had driven him to protect Sansa, to retake Winterfell. He could agree with the sentiment of Hawke's friend.

"If you don't have something to fight for, it's hard to keep fighting."

"I think that goes for anyone," Hawke answers, though her mind immediately jumps to Anders. He had kept fighting, too, though his version of fighting wasn't the good kind. He incited madness and war, killed innocents. Broke her heart on top of it, though at this point that feels mostly like the top piece of a very long and very broken puzzle. The last stop before oblivion and the point of no return.

"Well, Serah Warrior, I think I should find someone else to bother for a few hours," she jokes. "I'll take you up on your offer of a hunting party when I'm slightly more... settled."

Jon nodded. "I shouldn't keep you any longer, no. I live at the house on the far end of the road, nearly the very last one - but I usually am in the woods by dawn if you'd like to join me some morning."

He assessed her for a moment and nodded again. "We need good marksmen like you. Or markswomen, as the case may be."

"I think I will, once I'm more used to how things work around here," Hawke agrees with a small smile. It's nice to have something to do and look forward to. Better yet with a friendly face. "Hopefully I won't disappoint. So no pressure."

"None at all," Jon assured her. He gave her a smile, albeit a small one, and tipped his head a bit in deference. "It was good to have met you, Hawke, and I hope that we'll be able to go hunting sometime soon."

"I look forward to it," Hawke offers in return, a smile that is both amused and genuine on her face. For now, though, she does need to get back to figuring out the lay of the land, so to speak. So she nods in response and heads off. Time to see who else she can badger for answers.

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