So grateful that my reputation doesn't precede me.
[Champion see, Champion do. Hawke is beyond tasting the difference between cheap rum and the good stuff she kept under her old bed in Kirkwall.]
Ahhhh. Look at me. Do I seem like the sort for hunting?
[Reclining, the solid thickness of her waist and shoulders paint a picture not uncommon to the backwater tavern they're drinking in. Whatever she's in the business of doing, Hawke is someone used to doing work with her own two hands. The glint of her eyes suggests everything and nothing in particular.]
no subject
[Champion see, Champion do. Hawke is beyond tasting the difference between cheap rum and the good stuff she kept under her old bed in Kirkwall.]
Ahhhh. Look at me. Do I seem like the sort for hunting?
[Reclining, the solid thickness of her waist and shoulders paint a picture not uncommon to the backwater tavern they're drinking in. Whatever she's in the business of doing, Hawke is someone used to doing work with her own two hands. The glint of her eyes suggests everything and nothing in particular.]