considering Haven? ;-;

[hawkethisnthat]

[Hawke is in fine form today, using her biggest 'outdoor' voice.]

Join us next time, for the stirring conclusion of our tale, wherein our brave heroine singlehandedly - all right - with her companions, faces down the terrible, horrible, no-good...

Misty village?

[Now she actually addresses the mun - a bit quieter. Just a bit.]

Are you sure about this? Not even a tiny little dragon? Or one insane blood mage? What about a power-crazed Templar? No? Where's the fun in that? Even Varric might have a tough time with "creepy misty village".

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[sonof_thrain]

Dragon? [Oh no...not again.]

[hawkethisnthat]

Yes, dragon. Big, scaly, sharp teeth, occasionally known to breathe fire. May or may not be a witch in disguise, seems to depend on the day.

[sonof_thrain]

Do not mock me. I have seen a dragon tear my kingdom to ruins. The very word is feared by my people. What say you in the knowledge of dragons?

[hawkethisnthat]

Bit touchy, are we? Don't get your beard in a twist, sir dwarf, you'd know if I was mocking you.

Can't say I know much about dragons except how to kill them. Ice works pretty well.

[sonof_thrain]

[He narrowed his eyes at the woman. Who was she?]

You are not an elf, are you? Such cockiness and from a woman. It is unnatural. I am Thorin Oakenshield of Erebor. Soon to reclaim my throne and kingdom which were taken from me.

Who might you be?

[hawkethisnthat]

That's very kind of you. I'll have you know some of my best friends are cocky women!

[Hmph.] Hawke is my name, and I'm of... hm. I suppose Kirkwall now. Champion, they call me. Purely by accident, I assure you.

[sonof_thrain]

[He grunted.]

Hmph. Women should know their place.

Champion of what? [He raised an eyebrow.]

[hawkethisnthat]

And I'm sure you know exactly what place that is, when father is dead and brother is off to fight in the king's army, a mother who can't fight, a sweet younger sister and a hoarde of darkspawn on your doorstep? [A flash of seriousness for a moment, but then it's gone again.]

Besides, you wouldn't want me in the kitchen. I'd just burn it down.

And Champion of Kirkwall, apparently. After the Arishok nearly gutted me, I suppose it was the least they could do.

[sonof_thrain]

A woman with a spirit of fire. A curious thing indeed. If you were a dwarf woman, I'd understand a bit better.

Champion of Kirkwall? Tell me, where is this place you speak of and do they choose women for their champions in battle?

[hawkethisnthat]

The Free Marches, possibly the worst name for a place to ever come about.

[She snorts faintly.] Trust me, if they had their choice, they would've chosen anyone but me.

[sonof_thrain]

I see. So, you do not wish to fight, yet your scribe wishes you to?

[poorfatbombur]

[Bombur ate his little cakes, calmly observing her while he did so. He offered her one, smiling.]

Don't ye worry, lass! Misty village doesn't sound too bad.

[hawkethisnthat]

But it's just not home without someone trying to kill me!

[championmage]

Ooh, you've got to watch those misty villages. I hear dreadful things happen there.

Something to do with hair not keeping its shape.

[hawkethisnthat]

It goes all terrible and flat. It's the curse of flat damp hair, good of you to warn me.

[overdosing]

Blood mages, you say? Those sounds terrible.

[read: fun as hell.]

[hawkethisnthat]

After about the fifth one, they just get tedious.

[birchcore]

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And here I'd thought we were through with the blood mages at least.

As for templars, my writer says there are a few. I just don't know about it yet.

[hawkethisnthat]

Templars? In the creepy misty village? Andraste forbid.

[birchcore]

Nothing we aren't already used to, right?

[hawkethisnthat]

Still holding out for a dragon, at least.

[birchcore]

With your luck, one won't hesitate to show itself long after you may arrive.

[hawkethisnthat]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[birchcore]

You should! Word is that you've gotten quite good at slaying them.