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Then she’s the other side of the coin. Manufactured
cheeriness and levity define Hawke, but not as much
as her unfortunate tendency to stare intently into
space, when in truth, she’s just thinking about
what to have for dinner. But the mind moves quickly
from rations to jocularity.

         ”Haven’t seen her in weeks, not since  the accident,
          four hands across. Anything more, you’ll have to pay.”

            “So this is Kirkwall,” he says, sounding entirely unimpressed.
He’s heard tales of Hawke, the Champion. If Champions are meant
to be anything like heroes      like him, then he’s disappointed to find
out what passes for greatness in this day and age.

But he’s  liable to  start sounding  like an  old man  if he  isn’t careful.

         "A place where nobody helps out of the kindness of their hearts.
Wonderful.  I’m so happy I came.  How much  will it take to  get some
useful information out of you?“