faeryshawke

        “I met a Hawke,” he says, and there's some attempt at a 
friendly smile  for once in his life.  It falls a little flat,  because 
these memories take him back to Ostagar     somewhere he 
wanted to  leave behind  for good.  But apparently  the Maker
has other  plans.   The bastard.   "Carver,  I think  he said  he 
was. Met a lot of folk at Ostagar, actually. Not a lot of Hawkes,
though. Is he a relative, by any chance?“