A cloak to hide under is a good idea. Hawke nods, grasping one end to hold it over herself while Margaery has the other end. “Let’s go before we get stoned.”

She’s a good runner, having done so much of it through Lothering and in and around Kirkwall, but she’ll keep pace with Margaery, hoping that the hail won’t do too much damage to them while they’re running. Not quite running for their lives, but it’s still running for something.