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[battlemaged]

--er, not to cast a pall on "getting out and about", but...just what are we doing here? I was under the impression we'd thrown in all the scarves and were retiring to Antiva for a life of leisure. I'm not complaining, mind; Maker knows sharing headspace with the rest of the questionable idiots gets wearing on the nerves. Just curious, more like.

Nevertheless, my dear lady, whenever you've a mind to put me to some use, I'm ever willing and ready. Just say the word and your Champion will rise again--Templar propaganda aside, of course.

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[canandhave]

Just say the word and I'll have your back.

[battlemaged]

Aveline! [Forgive Hawke's exuberance; he'll try not to wiggle like a happy puppy.] Maker, I'm glad to see you...!

[canandhave]

[She cracks a smile at his enthusiasm.]

As I am you.

[Although perhaps not as glad as he seems to be. Hard to say if that's something to do with circumstances, or just Hawke.]

[battlemaged]

How've you been? I mean--how are...things? [For all his battle experience, Hawke still wasn't good with "social graces".] All's well as can be, I hope.

[canandhave]

They go as expected.

I believe I'm in a similar position as it sounds like you are, with regards to my mun.

[battlemaged]

Glad to hear.

Oh? All dressed up and nowhere to go?

[canandhave]

Or still getting dressed, under some definitions.

[magerights]

Is there such a thing as a life of leisure in Antiva?

[battlemaged]

Probably, if you've coin and contacts to stay alive...which I...don't, but it shouldn't be a problem. We've rolled into a new city penniless and obscure before, right?

[magerights]

As I recall, it turned out rather a bit better for you than it did for me.

[battlemaged]

You managed, didn't you? Did pretty good there in Lowtown...until we showed up.

[magerights]

Lowtown would have been a step up from where I was, I think. [The smile fades.] But joking aside, I don't think things would have turned out any differently if you hadn't shown up, Hawke.

[battlemaged]

[For the sake of everyone concerned, plz to not be bringing it up, Anders. Just...let it go. Please.]

Perhaps.

[And...that's all Hawke was going to say about it. As evidenced by the tension in his shoulders and the tightening of his jaw.]

[magerights]

I suppose it doesn't matter much now, does it?

[Anders sighs, looking tired with the whole thing, really.]

Well, for your sake, I hope that you get to remain in Thedas. Too much has changed for me since I left, sometimes I wonder what I would even do if I returned.

[cheated]

It has been very boring without you.

[battlemaged]

Has it, now? I have to say, not being chased by insanely pissed off pirates and smugglers has been quite the novelty.

[cheated]

Oh, it wasn't that bad, was it? [ oop, there are those pesky feelings again. has she mentioned how grateful she is.... .. .. . .. .... no? :| ]

Surely there's something to be said for spending your nights in Lowtown, looking for a pair of lost pantaloons.

[battlemaged]

Mmm, not really? It alleviated the boredom, at least. [Have a wink, Lady Pirate.]

Annnnd, I was keeping a certain drunken elf out of trouble, thank you very much. That in itself was a full time job.

[kirkwallstories]

A life of leisure in Antiva, Hawke? I do hope you planned to wear armor under your robes for that daytrip.

[battlemaged]

Well, of course; do I look like a bumbling amateur? [WINK, WINK.]

[kirkwallstories]

Not by Kirkwall's standards, but...well. [chuckle. good to see you too, old friend.] Antiva's a whole other world in comparison.

[battlemaged]

[Be thankful he didn't squish you in a dragon-sized hug, dwarf.]

Oh, I know. I can't wait to get there and dive headlong into the seedy underworld of lotus blossoms and sharp daggers.

[kirkwallstories]

[Oh, he's grateful. Still, it's a shame he didn't; this might have been the one time a dwarf hugged a human without being drunk.]

Oh, I'm sure you are. But like I said, Hawke: armor. It just wouldn't do for the Champion of Kirkwall to meet his end at the hands of an Antivan cutpurse because his trusty dwarf wasn't there to save him.

[battlemaged]

[Well, in that case, Hawke just might...in a minute or so. Ha.]

I know, Varric, I know. Besides, I worked my ass off for this armor; no way in all the hells I'm going anywhere without it, thanks.

--a cutpurse? Seriously? Is that all the more you think of me? Well, then! [But have a playful wink, Ser Dwarf.]

[kirkwallstories]

[Varric can wait. He's a patient dwarf...so long as he's not lifted off his feet, anyway.

Also, that's a smirk. Two can play at the teasing game, Ser Hawke.]

Actually, that's thinking quite highly of you already. I could have said you'd be done in by a spider. Which didn't drop down on you like death from above.