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[ofkirkwall]

[ The bar is nothing special, she notices boredly, it's as seedy as one can possibly find with it's dank smokey air and that pleasant aroma of stale piss and vomit. It is one of those bars you'd happily skip towards when you're looking to smash a face through a wall before the night is out. The kind of place you expect to be served trouble rather than be served you drink.

Yet it is missing something vitally important, she decides after as scuffle breaks out behind her. She pays it little mind, dragging a finger over the journal with a wistful sigh. ]

I miss the Hanged Man. [ :( ] I miss Varric.

(ooc; so very open! in person and over the journal.)

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[ofkirkwall]

[ Nope, nothing at all. Hawke, of course, had been watching the entire thing from the corner of her vision as she complained wistfully into the journal. ]

You'd think after a fist to the face and a few blows to the pride, they'd actually grow a brain and learn.

[forgedinbattle]

They never do. Some things are the same everywhere, I guess.

[ofkirkwall]

Such a shame. [ Her sigh is a little more dramatic than intended. ] It must get awfully dull beating the same idiots away.

This quote is stolen from canon. I'm serious

[forgedinbattle]

I think it's the leather. [She waves down the bartender and signals for some ale. It's probably ale. What they call ale here.] I've thought about switching to chainmail, but that might just attract a kinkier set.

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[ofkirkwall]

[ Yeah, most likely ale. Or something. She laughs and shakes her head. ] Maker's breath, you'll end up with more problems than you started with. [ A beat. ] Though that might be just me. Chainmail and I do not agree, had quite the argument. It kept up all the neighbors.

[ Ignoring the fact she is wearing a little bit of thin chainmail underneath her clothes there is hardly any on her. More cloth than anything. Trademark of a mage. It's easier for her to move around in. ]

Damn, Hawke. Lookin' good

[forgedinbattle]

Sounds like you've got your share of stories.

It is the sexiest armor ever

[ofkirkwall]

Quite a few, and them some more. [ She tilts her head, giving Xena a good look over. ]

And from the looks of things, I'm not the only one.

It is!

[forgedinbattle]

[And that's a slight grin that Hawke gets in response.]

Guess not. Weird thing about stories, they tend to sneak up on you when you're not looking. [It wasn't as if she tried to get in these ridiculous situations...]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Hawke laughs, shaking her head. Oh, how she knows this. ]

And now matter how hard you try, you can never escape the blighters.

[forgedinbattle]

Exactly. It's like the gods sit around and think "What can I throw at her today?"

[ofkirkwall]

While trying fancy wine and eating golden grapes.

[forgedinbattle]

Some more literally than others. [Greek gods, man. What can you do?]

[ofkirkwall]

Really? [ She laughs. ] That's overly dramatic of them.

[forgedinbattle]

Tends to be the way they do things. You ever met Cupid? He was around here fro a while. Shirtless guy with wings shooting arrows of love. And yes, I'm serious.

[ofkirkwall]

[ She gives the other a disbelieving look. ] No, I must have missed him.

[forgedinbattle]

[Shrugs] Too bad. He's pretty decent for a god. At least when I have to clean up after him it's a screw up and not some bizarre scheme.

[ofkirkwall]

It's always easier to clean up screw ups. [ A laugh. ] Bizarre schemes are far too much effort.