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Video -- More of a Hawke, Really

[The video opens to what appears to be a rather ordinary man - dark hair, square jaw, and a smudge of something red over his nose. His face is too close to the screen, brow furrowed in concentration. It quickly melds into surprise, then disbelief - and maybe even a hint of amusement.]

And here I was, hoping I'd just landed in the Fade somehow.

[His tone is very light, and he sighs, pulling back from the phone enough that he inadvertently allows the camera to focus better on him.]

I'll have to admit to being at something of a loss. Attempts on my life usually don't come with instruction manuals. It's an interesting change, but I do prefer things a little more straightforward!

Oh. And if you are trying to kill me? I have to admit my head feels a little foggy and I appear to be unarmed, so it's probably a good time. We can talk about this whole thing, maybe get some drinks while you ramble on about your plan?

[There's a beat, Hawke looking around him, head tilted as if listening for an ambush. He shrugs.]

It was worth a try.

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I believe it would.

[He smiles, just a hint sharper.]

It's funny though, the way you seem to think less of someone with the actual skill to adapt to whatever weapon they have on hand. I suppose you need all the help you can get from a more specialized weapon.

[There's a brief almost mocking look of pity. Really, he's mostly amused.]

An apprentice's staff is rudimentary and restricts the amount of mana capable of being channeled at once in order to protect the user from their own untrained talents. It's a training staff. For children.

[He smirks.]

I can assure you I'm quite adept in the use of several different staff types.

That's funny. I don't remember saying anything about needing limiting. I assure you I've been using adult staffs just fine all this time. In fact, if you can see to actually telling me where I can get my shopping out of the way, I can stick to the tried and true.

[Hawke's lip curls in amusement.]

Good for you - I don't think I've heard someone so vocal about that since my friend Isabela.

That's because you didn't. I did. [He smiles, confident.] I could make one for you.

I- [His eyes narrow.] That is not what I meant.

That depends. Are you planning on making me a real one, or one for someone with no idea what they're doing?

[He didn't think it was an offer that he could turn down just yet, and he hadn't actually agreed to anything. With the other comment, he chuckles.]

Well, now I know you've definitely met Varric. Or possibly, Isabela.

[He smirks, but waves a hand as though to dismiss the thought.]

I've heard enough tales of your exploits to know better, Hawke, don't worry.

[You know, he might have a point about that.]

Why yes, I do know Varric. Where do you think I've heard about you?

I'll just keep it to the usual amount then. Though I suppose I should ask what you'll want from me in exchange.

[People tended not to do things for nothing. Well, he would every now and then, but he was only human. Besides. Typically there were some corpses to loot somewhere down the line.]

I didn't really give it much thought. I suppose knowing about her penchant wouldn't discount his finally getting a book together or something, but I'm still hoping he loses steam on that one.

[Mostly a joke.]

Normally, I would charge, but if I understand correctly, assuming you haven't spent any, you only have 500 redbills at the moment. I've never made it a rule to rob the poor, and you're something of a celebrity in my time.

[And you helped us escape the Fade once. That counts for something.]

A book? Varric has written several. He has an entire book series, mostly mindless drivel of the shallow, hard-boiled mystery variety, but it sells.

Well, at least it's good to know they didn't give me a generous amount of money. That would have been even more suspicious. If you insist, I don't have much else to barter on me at the moment anyway. Just some lyrium and a few odds and ends.

[He was a little suspicious of the offer, but he couldn't think of a reason not to take advantage of the charity.]

Oh, I know that much. I meant the way he kept on about writing one about me. He used to quiz Carver while we were about town - he hated it.

[Hawke's smile is only a little bittersweet, okay.]

[He chuckles at that.]

I think more or less is relative, given they've plucked us from home with a paid room and board. I don't know many kidnappers, but the tales I've heard paint a rather more dire picture. Either the stories are incorrect, or ransom isn't their intention.

[He nods.]

Ah, but he did write one about you.

I've run into a few. None of the kidnapees seemed to have been paid for the pleasure. I suppose it's possible they just didn't want to share.

[A shrug.]

Of course he did. When I'm home I'll have to tell him I got a staff out of it. I hope he left out the drinking games in the caves. [A moment's hesitation, and then further explanation.] Not that I have anything to be embarrassed about, but I need something to hold over Anders' head.

The nerve of some people.

[He shakes his head, smiling.]

He may have mentioned them, but not on paper. Your innocence is safe.

I wasn't the one making romantic overtures to the cave features. Or the cave denizens.

Well. Not that I can remember, anyway. I'm sure if I had someone would have rubbed it in my face already.

[That same chuckle of his.]

Careful with that, Hawke. Anything you don't remember can easily be filled in by an overly-imaginative dwarf with too much time on his hands.

The good news is that what he comes up with is typically a good deal more flattering.

When should I talk to you again about that staff?

Are you suggesting the Tale of the Champion needs a citation?

[Of course it does.]

If you haven't heard from me by the end of the week, but I'll be in touch.

Of course not. Probably. If you have a copy on hand I can let you know.

[Who was he to question a book he'd never seen?]

Well, that sounds good to me.

[He looks thoughtful for a moment.]

I found a viable copy of the Imperium Victus in the library. I may have similar luck with a more recent publication. I'll see what I can find.

Sounds like fun. If imagine it would be an enlightening read.

[His smile seems agreeable enough.]

He was rather complimentary, I assure you. Far moreso than any southern histories of the Imperium.

You'll have to tell me all about it - if you can't find it.

[He inclines his head.]

With pleasure, Hawke. Perhaps over wine? Literature is often enhanced by libation.

As long as you bring the wine.

[He smirks.]

I understand that I'm fairly destitute at the moment.

I suppose I can be persuaded to share some of my collection with you, given your current circumstances.

[He smirks slightly.]

That is if you're willing to share a bottle with a Tevinter mage.

Share a bottle? I think you're underestimating my ability to drink. But I suppose I can share.

[That was a joke, pure and simple - faux offense in his eyes. A thought occurs to him after, and his countenance grows more serious, for all the same casual lilt in his voice.]

Just tell me you're not acquainted with a man named Danarius.

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