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[hawkethisnthat]

Let me get this straight: This place has a disgraced ex-nobleman with a chip on his shoulder, the King and Queen of Ferelden, and Anders.

[She pauses to make sure the mun is fully comprehending this.]

Well, this will be fun. Too bad Varric isn't around to make up salacious stories about me.

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[noble_nate]

A chip on my shoulder? I'd hardly call it that.

[hawkethisnthat]

What would you call it?

[noble_nate]

A dislike of being blamed for my father's actions.

[hawkethisnthat]

[She gives that a moment's consideration.]

Well, that's fair enough, I suppose. It can be difficult enough, making your way in the world, without nasty parental sins hanging over your head.

[She's had to deal with a few of those, and her father was a paragon of virtue.] Family. You can't ever quite escape them.

[sex_angel]

Now I may have to go there just to make scandalous stories about you.

Just so you know I'm a friend of Isabela's and my mun has filled me in on details about what I didn't find out from her.

[hawkethisnthat]

A friend of Isabela's? [Isabela has friends, and then she has friends. Hawke just... raises an eyebrow.]

[sex_angel]

In both contexts.

[She spoke as if knowing exactly what Hawke was thinking.]

[questionablewit]

Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way to make it fun. We usually do.