(Some notes) This story is about what happened in the life of Denae Hawke. My character from Dragon age 2. After playing the game I felt compelled to write her story as I saw it. As a heads up, It will follow the story line of the game but with much more interaction between the characters and fill in the three years the game skips each time you ended a chapter. This is my first story I will be posting on here. If it goes well I may add other stories I'm working on here.

Well with out further waiting I will describe a little about Denae for now until I can get a picture of her or cover picture up. Or you can check out my Avi and images.

Please do not bother me to upload a new chapter. I will upload another chapter as soon as I can. I do get busy and have other things to do. This is just something I do for fun when I have free time.

Edit: wow this is much longer in word XD this is 15 pages long in my word.

Denae Hawke

Hair color and style: Just past shoulder length, curly, and black

Eyes: A sky blue color

Skin color: she has a light tan

The Life of a Champion

She sat frozen and watched as her father cut down the Templar in front of her. If it hadn't been for him she would have been captured… or worse. The Templars body fell with a thud to the floor in front of her, his blood pooling around him. She glanced down at the gaping hole in his back where her father's staff had struck through him. The shock of the attack was still fresh in her mind forbidding her from moving. She had made a mistake. She should have been paying better attention. Should have remembered what her father had taught her but she was too panicked for her family's safety. She was only brought out of her shock when her father spoke to her. His voice was soft and filled with worry.

"Denae…" He looked down at his daughter with soft eyes. He could tell she was in shock but if they didn't move they would done for sure. "Denae my child. We must move…" This was enough to get her attention.

"Father…" She looked up at him and took the hand he was offering to her. His pull was strong, lifting her from her downed position on the floor. Gazing into the eyes of her father she couldn't help but wrap her arms around him in a hug. "Father… I thought…"

"I know… It's all right now. I'm here ."

She felt his strong arms wrap around her, tight and secure. He slid a hand into her hair pulling her close. He had almost lost one of his children. The Templars had gone too far. He knew that they were hunting him… but to attack his family for it. That was the last straw. He had been hiding his family for years but now the Templars knew. They knew that He and Denae were a mage and they wouldn't stop till they took her. He wouldn't allow that. Leaning in he kissed her forehead then pulled away.

"We must go. Where are your mother, brother, and sister?" He looked down at her.

"Mother took Bethany and ran… Carver took your sword and went with them… I…" Denae looked down. "I stayed behind to try and stop the Templars from going after them. I thought… I thought I might be able to hold them off long enough so they could get away…" She looked up at him. "Till you came…"

"You were brave for trying to protect them… but very foolish. These Templars are more skilled then you. If I hadn't come…"

"I know… I'm sorry father." She saw the disappointment in his eyes.

"We'll talk about this later. Right now we need to find your mother, brother and sister." He picked up his daughters staff and handed it back to her. "Here… Keep it close. A mage without his staff is at a disadvantage. Do not loose it."

She reached out and took the staff her father had given her all those years ago. It had been knocked away when one of the Templars caught her off guard. This time she held it tight in her hand and was determined to keep it close. Looking up at her father she watched as he quickly moved across the room and glanced out of the window. He moved just enough so that he was able to see out but not enough so that who ever was outside could see him. He stood there for a moment then backed away with a worried look on his face.

"We must go… now." The steps of his boots on the wooden floor were loud and quick as he made his way over to her. He grabbed her arm and began to lead her toward the back door. "There are more Templars coming." He glanced back as he let go of her arm and drew his staff. "We must be ready."

Denae didn't say a word. She knew that they would be fighting for their lives. She followed her father out the back door to find it empty. Once out the back she followed him through the village. So far they had managed to avoid the Templars with out a problem and managed to meet up with her family. She smiled when she caught sight of them and quickly ran to her mother who had a look of worry until she caught sight of them.

"Oh thank the maker! I thought I'd lost you."

"Mother…" Denae smiled glad to see her mother and siblings were all right.

Her father had already pulled her mother into a hug. "Leandra." He smiled glad to see his wife and children were safe.

"Malcolm…" Leandra slid her arms around him. "Oh love I'm so glad your ok…" She pulled away and looked down at her eldest daughter. "You both… what were you thinking trying to take on those Templars on your own."

"Trying to get us all killed. That's what." Carver glared over at his sister.

"She didn't mean too." Bethany glared back at her brother. "She was just trying to protect us."

"Oh yeah. Using magic on a Templar. That really helped us."

"She was only trying to protect mother."

"Mother was never in any real danger. The templar would have never hurt her!"

"That's enough the both of you!" Their mother interfered. "What your sister did wasn't her fault. It was a reaction… what your sister did… It saved us. We don't know what the Templars would have done."

"Enough fighting." Malcolm looked down at his children. "We must leave. The village is swarming with Templars as we speak. We must go."

"But where?" Carver looked up at his father. "What's the point? Every time we find a new place to live the Templars find us and we just have to leave again."

He looked down at his son sadly. He knew that Carver was tired of always having to run. He had been that way ever since he had found out his sisters were mages. He even seemed to harbor a haterid for mages in his heart. That wounded him. His own son seemed to have a problem with his siblings because of their magic. He was tired of running and having to hide because of them. His family deserved a normal life. He wished that he could give them that… but he didn't know how.

"Son… I wish I could give you a normal life. All of you…" he looked at them all. "No one should have to live their life on the run…" But before he could finish his sentence the sound of footsteps sounded close by indicating that the Templars were close behind.

"Malcolm…" Leandra reached out and grabbed her husband's arm as she tried pushing her two daughters behind her.

"Leandra listen closely…" He glanced at her as he spoke low so only she could hear. "I want you to take our children and run…"

"What about you?" Her grip tightened on his arm.

"I will draw them away from you and the children."

"No you cant…"

"Leandra…"

"I wont let you do this…" She looked at him panicked and heartbroken. "You can't leave us. We need you."

He cupped her cheek gently. "I will not have my children locked away… Head for Lothering. I will meet you there."

"No."

"Do as I say." He leaned in and kissed her softly. It only lasted a moment before he pulled away. "I WILL meet you there."

She knew that no mater what she said it wouldn't change a thing. He was determined to keep his family safe. Closing her eyes she nodded then turned to her children. "We must go."

"What about father." Bethany looked up at her mother with worry.

"Your father is staying… He'll meet up with us in Lothering." Denae and her siblings all looked to their father. None of them wanted him to stay. They wanted to run together.

"Then I'm staying too." Carver stepped forward.

"No." Malcolm stopped his son with a gentle hand. "I need you to protect your mother and sisters."

"No you have to come with us." Denae pleaded.

"Listen to me… I don't have time to argue…" The approaching footsteps were getting closer. "So please… Do as I say… For once…" He looked from his son to his eldest daughter. "I love you… All three of you." He looked at his children. "Which is why I'm doing this… You three need to be strong. For your mother… For me…." Reaching out he pulled his children into a hug. "I love you all… You know that." Pulling away from his children he could hear soft sobs and see the tears in their eyes. Carver was trying so hard to be strong but even strong men cry. "Now go."

With a light push he sent his family off into the safety of the forest just as the Templars broke into the clearing…

Denae woke with a start sitting up quickly. The shock of her dream had woken her. Then again… it wasn't just a dream. She placed a shaken hand to her forehead as she let out a slow breath. It had been years since she had dreamed about her father… since she had re-visited that night. Lowering her hand she sat there for a moment as she thought about her dream. She had no idea that she was currently laying in one of Anders medical beds until he spoke up.

"Deane." He quickly walked over. "Your awake."

At those words Fenris who had been standing in the corner looked up. He had been there ever since they had brought her to Anders. He had been worried when she got wounded. The wound had been deep and she had fallen the moment she was struck. With out Anders all he could do was bandage it then try and get her to his clinic. Luckily he was here.

"Mm…" She looked around. For a moment she had no idea where she was. She was still stuck in her memory but a quick look around and she understood. "Anders…?"

"Thank the Maker… For a moment I thought it was too late…" He looked down at her worried.

"What…? Why… what happened?"

"You mean… you don't remember?" When she shook her head he was about to tell her but before he could Fenris interrupted him.

"We were ambushed." He made his way over to her bedside. "Wile we were heading back from the wounded coast." A frown crossed his face. "You were… wounded. Your brother and I managed to defeat our attackers… but you fell unconscious. I managed to bandage your wound and we fled to Anders Clinic…"

"Luckily I was here." Anders glared at the elf for interrupting him. He was going to tell Hawke what had happened but he just had to cut in. Like always. Denae seemed a little confused but the look on her face told them that she understood.

"Fenris… you managed to kill them all?" She looked up at him with slight surprise and worry. "I… Thank you. What about you? Carver… is he alright?"

"Yes…" Was Fenris's response when she asked if he had killed them all. "Carver and I were able to defeat them all… luckily." When she thanked him and asked if he was ok he nodded, a little surprised that she had been concerned about him. "You are welcome… And I am fine."

"Carver is fine. Your brother went back to your Uncles." Anders informed her. "He said not to worry through… He wasn't about to tell your mother you were almost killed, or something along those words."

"Oh wonderful." She sighed. "I'm sure he's never going to let me live this down."

"Knowing its Carver… probably not." He gave her small grin that caused her to chuckle lightly.

"Knowing Carver I'm sure I will get some kind of lecture about dieing and leaving him the trouble of telling mother."

"Wouldn't surprise me."

Fenris watched the two from his place next to Hawke. He was regretting ever taking that job to the Wounded Coast. It had been his idea that they help guard the traders passing through. If he had known it was going to be an ambush he would have never suggested it. In fact it made him sick just thinking about it. He should have known that something wasn't right with the job. He had gone through these tings many times… he didn't sense it was a trap until it was too late and Hawke had paid the price for it. Something he would be sure that never happened again. For what little time he had spent with her, he was starting to see that she was nothing like Danarius for being a mage.

Now that she was awake Hawke seemed to be doing much better. She was talking to Anders about pointless things, or so he thought. Most involved what Carver would be telling her once he learned that she was all right. Anders seemed to be quite relaved that she was fine. He had been watching the abomination closely since he had come to join the group and the way he talked to Hawke was… different then the way he talked to anyone else. If he didn't know any better he would say the man had feelings for her.

Suddenly the door to the clinic opened and in walked Verric. He looked determined and like he was on a mission. He strode across the dirt floor at a fast pace, with Bianca bouncing at his back, and with a look that read he was worried. That only meant that some how he had found out about what happened to Hawke. No doubt he was here to find out what had really happened and who was responsible. He made his way over to the three and pushed Anders and Fenris aside so that he could stand in front of Hawke.

"Hawke what in blazes happened out there?" He looked at her blocking both Fenris and Anders from getting any closer to her.

"Verric?" She looked up at him. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean what an I doing here? Carver stopped by the Hanged Man and told me everything. I came as soon as I heard."

"Hawke is fine Verric. Anders healed her and she is ready to continue on with her day." Fenris stated as he gave him a look that told him he didn't much care for getting pushed out of the way.

"So you say. The one I want to hear that from is Hawke."

Denae chuckled. "I'm fine Verric… really. If it wasn't for Carver and Fenris… I might not have made it."

"Don't forget me." Anders smiled. "I… was the one who healed you."

"Of course. How could I forget the skilled mage who healed me." She chuckled.

"Humph… Yes of course. How could we forget his skills." Fenris added in a skeptic tone that earned a glare from the male Mage.

"Hey, my skills you so much detest saved Hawke's life."

"Yes… they did. It seems that's the only thing your good at."

"Oh thanks for that. Its nice to know that I'm thanked for saving someone."

"Ok that's enough you two." Verric interrupted. "You can argue later." With that both Fenris and Anders looked away and didn't continue with their little argument. "Cant go anywhere with out those two bickering back and forth like a couple of children." He teased looking down at Hawke, which earned a scoff from Fenris.

"What?" Anders looked over at Verric. "I didn't start it. He seems to be the one who always starts this crap." He motioned. Of course Verric didn't seem at all to care who started what.

"Look Blondie, I could care less if the Maker himself started it. I'm ending it."

Denae couldn't help but chuckle at the three of them. "Verric stop messing with them."

"What? My dear Hawke… I would never mess with our partners." He smiled.

"Oh I'm sure."

"Well now that I know your ok and not dying on me, I wanted to let you know that your brother counted the coin you've made."

"Sounds like him. Counting the coin wile his sister is being healed." The sarcasm rolling off her tongue earned a smirk from Fenris. "Good to know Carver cares so much about me."

"Don't take it so bad Hawke. Your brother knew you would be ok. Blondie had you covered." Verric thumbed to Anders who didn't seem too happy with Fenris standing so close to him… though 5 feet wouldn't be considered close to anyone else.

"Get to the point Verric…" Fenris looked down at him. "I'm sure you didn't come here to bore Hawke with the story of her brother counting coin."

"Now see that's just rude."

Of course Denae didn't want to mention that Fenris was right. She wasn't at all interested in hearing how her brother went home and counted their coin rather then stay and make sure his sister was all right. The difference between him and her… she would never have left his side if he were hurt.

"Fenris is right Verric. I'm more interested in what you have to say. Its good news I hope?"

"Oh its good news alright. You have enough coin to help fund the expedition into the Deep Roads." He smiled. "No more odd jobs for you. We can stop by the merchant's guild today if you like. Inform Bartrent that he has a partner and maps into the Deep Rodes."

"Really?" She looked at him surprised. "We have enough?"

"From what your brother tells me."

"Well that was fast."

"Time flys when your helping the helpless." Fenris stated as he shifted his position. "Am I to assume we are to run straight to your brother?" He looked over at Verric who shrugged.

"Well it wouldn't hurt. By this time tomorrow we could be headed into the Deep Roads."

"Wonderful…" Anders added in a slight sarcastic tone.

The last thing he wanted to hear was they were ready to go into the Deep Roads. Yes he had agreed to help Hawke by offering his services and a way into the Deep Roads… but now he was having second thoughts about it. Thoughts about his past ventures into the Deep Roads. Ones that didn't turn out so well. Maker he hated the Deep Roads… maybe even more then Fenris. Just maybe.

"Having second thoughts Anders?" Denae looked up at him. "It's alright if you do… I understand." She had learned from Anders about his great dislike for the Deep Roads. She wasn't about to force him to go if he didn't want too. Of course before Anders could say anything Fenris spoke up.

"If the abomination does not wish to go then so be it."

"Oh thank you Fenris… I just loved the concern in your voice." Anders glared. "Nice to know a friend is so concerned for another."

"I am not your friend."

"Clearly."

Denae sighed as she shook her head. It seemed that no mater what Fenris and Anders always had to have it out. They were always knocking etch other around verbally. So far it hadn't turned violent but she was worried that it would one day. They hadn't known etch other long and because of their different beliefs she was worried that she would catch the two in the middle of fight, weather it be fist or with weapons. She hoped that maybe time would make them both understand their differences.

"Well you don't have to come if you don't want to Anders. It wont make me think any less of you." She smiled.

"Thank you…" A light blush crossed his face as he smiled back at her. "Its just…"

"I know." She held up a hand. "You don't have to say any more. I understand."

He just nodded. That was all he could do. She just understood him. He didn't have to explain himself at all. Didn't even feel the need too. Denae was a woman who understood him completely with out needing any explanation. Her kindness and concern touched him. Even though his mind was telling him that he didn't want to go into the Deep Roads his heart was telling him not to listen to his head. That, and he was worried for her safety. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to her.

Denae stood and after a quick talk with Verric and the others they had decided to meet in the merchants guild the next day. She would bring the gold and they would have a good talk with Bartrent. So far she knew that everyone but Anders would show up. She was hoping that he would come but if he didn't that was his choice. Not hers. Leaving Anders clinic she walked with Verric and Fenris for a little ways till Fenris had to split off and head to his home in High Town.

"Fenris…" She called to him and was glad to see that she was still with in his hearing distance because he had stopped and turned to look back at her. "Have a good night… and… see you tomorrow." She smiled.

He blinked for a moment surprised at her words. No one had ever told him those words before. Once again she had managed to surprise him. None the less he felt a smile cross his face.

"You as well." He replied before he turned and walked off.

After Fenris left she continued on with Verric, who of course tried to coax her into coming into the Hanged Man for a few pints but she had to turn him down. She had to get home to Gamlen's and hope that Carver didn't tell her mother about her near death experience. Lucky for her… he hadn't. Walking into Gamlen's she found her mother sitting in the chair by the fire reading and Carver standing in his usual corner with his arms crossed. Gamlen was gone and the only one who seemed happy to see her was her Mabair Wolf. He ran over to her with a happy bark and did a spin for good measure. Smiling she knelt down and ran her fingers through his fur.

"Who's a good dog?" She asked in a childish baby voice. "That's right… you are. Did you take good care of mother while we were gone?" She chuckled as she watched him bark happily. "That's my boy."

Once the dog barked and she spoke seemed to get her brother and mothers attention. Her mother glanced up from her book and greeted her. She didn't seem at all worried which meant that Carver hadn't told her about what happened. She was thankful for that. Her mother had enough to worry about at the moment.

"Welcome home dear." Her mother smiled.

"Sister…" Carver also offered her his hello.

He sounded oh so happy to see her. "Carver… I heard we have enough money to make the expedition." She stood and let Wolf make his way over to her mother and curl up by the fire next to her.

"We do. That can only mean Verric found you and told you."

"He did."

"You have enough coin to go into the Deep Roads?" Her mothers voice was full of surprise and worry. "Already? Are you sure?"

"Yes mother. I counted it twice. We have enough."

She looked at her son. It was clear that wasn't want she wanted to hear. She had spent her life protecting her children and now they were going on some dangerous adventure into the Deep Roads filled with dark spawn. They both knew that she didn't want them to go but it could change their lives.

"Mother I know you're worried… but you don't have to be. Carver and I know how to fight. We've fought dark spawn before. You don't have to worry." Denae smiled trying to calm her mother's nerves.

"I know you can… its just… Your still my children and no mater how good you are… or how many dark spawn you've fought I will always be worried for your safety…" She frowned.

"Mother were not little anymore." Carver looked at her. "Its time we make our own choices. Its time to make a better life for ourselves. We'll be fine."

"He's right… This will make everything better for us." Denae agreed with him. "We'll finally be able to move out of this dump. Make a real life for ourselves."

She could tell that her mother was about to argue but for some reason she didn't. Instead she just sighed and nodded. That wasn't like her. Maybe she was starting to understand that this was necessary. That in order to move up in Kirkwall they needed this expedition… they needed the coin. Staying here in Gamlen's house was only making things worse for them.

"When do you leave…?" The look on her mothers face almost broke her heart.

"Tomorrow…"

"Tomorrow?" Her mother stood. "But that's hardly enough time too… Mm…" She looked away.

They both knew their mother didn't want them to go. "Mother… we will be fine… I promise…" Carver smiled at her.

After a convincing argument Denae and Carver both had their mother feeling better about letting her children venture into the Deep Roads. They then spent the rest of their night packing their things and talking about what it would be like and what they would do with the coin once they were done. It was nice to have a normal conversation with her bother for once. No fighting and nothing about living in her shadow or about how they had to avoid Templars. It was like they were a normal brother and sister.

Once back home in his High Town mansion Fenris found himself alone and quite taken aback about how dirty the mansion really was. The moment he had walked trough the door he was welcomed with a rather large spider web to the face. Something he was disgusted with. For someone who didn't like spiders he sure put up with a lot of them. Though what could he do? The place was too big for one person alone to handle. Sighing he just made his way through its many rooms and up the stairs to the room he stayed in. He pulled off his great sword and set it at the foot of his bed then started the fire.

Standing over the fire he leaned against the mantle. He still couldn't believe where he was. Staying in a 'borrowed mansion' in Kirkwall's High Town, in debt to a woman who happens to be a mage, and traveling around with that woman who plans to go into the Deep Roads. A few years ago he would have never done such a thing but she did help him and these past few weeks he had spent with her showed him that she could be trusted. She was… different. She was nothing like Danarius and nothing like the mages in Tevinter. She sought to help those in need and even helped him after he had deceived her.

Some times he wondered if her kindness would be her down fall. His eyes wondered to the dancing flames in the fireplace. Anders would be one such example. She saw great good in him. A mage who helps people just like her. He shook his head. She fails to see what he really is. Fails to see the danger growing in side of him. The abomination was a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment. He had seen what he could do and if this so called Justice came out wile Hawke was around she would surely be in trouble. She may think that he is some innocent mage but Fenris would make sure nothing happened to her. He owed her that much.

Turning he began to take off his metal armor. One by one he undid the buckles to his chest plate and set it aside on the table. Next was his heavy belt followed by his gauntlets. Once he was comfortable enough he reached out and grabbed a bottle of wine that was sitting on the table and opened it. He then took a sip, savoring the taste. It was still good… He glanced at it again remembering when he had told Hawke about how Danarius use to make him pore the same wine for his guests. A small smirk crossed his lips as he remembered how mad she been and looked when he explained it to her. Maybe that was another thing he liked about her. The way she couldn't tolerate slavers. She had told him that any slaver deserves a fate worse then death. A fine statement. He would have to remember that.

He spent the next few hours drinking his wine and thinking about the Deep Roads. He had never been in them but he knew what they would find down there. If it were up to him he would have found another way to make the coin rather then venturing into the Deep Roads. Then again… knowing where she lived… if he lived there he probably would have done the same. He was glad to have this mansion. When he finished his wine he was tired and ready for bed. He sauntered over to his bed and just collapsed on top of the sheets. He didn't even bother covering up. With the door closed and the fire going his room was kept pretty warm. Closing his eyes his last thoughts before sleep claimed him was of Hawke and the Deep Roads.

In Dark Town Anders sat at his desk in his clinic. He was continuing work on his manifesto trying to add in a few things from his list that was getting longer and longer each and every day. Though he had been working on it for a wile now he had not gotten very far. Sighing he threw down his quill and placed his hands to his face. Too many things were going through his mind to concentrate on this right now. He rubbed his face in frustration then slowly slid his hands down to peek over his finder tips at the clinic doors. His clinic hadn't been busy all day… in fact Denae had been his only patent.

"Maker… seeing her like that…" He shook his head.

The moment Fenris had brought her into his clinic he feared that it might have been too late. She had lost a lot of blood and the wound was deep. He should have gone with her. She had come to him and asked for his help with the task that led to her getting hurt. If he had gone… If he had been there… He could have healed her then. It would have been quicker, safer, and he would have known she would be all right. He was stupid for not going. He had told her that Dark Town needed him. That he couldn't abandon the refugees who needed help.

"All that… and the clinic ended up empty…" He leaned back in his chair closing his eyes. "This was my fault…" He stood and placed a hand to his head. "She was hurt because I wasn't there to help her…"

She was a friend who needed help and he wasn't there for her. He walked around his desk and took a seat on the nearest bench. The day she came to him she had helped him and in return he had promised to help if she needed him. So much for that promise. Yet when he asked her for help she never let him down. Even when he told her that he wouldn't be able to help she came and talked with him. Just about every day she dropped by to see how he was doing. No one ever did that. He had forgotten what it was like to have such a good friend… or was it… something more?

"No… I shouldn't think that." He shook his head as he closed his eyes and rubbed his face. "She's just a friend. A friend who needs me…"

That's why he was having trouble writing on his manifesto. He was too worried about Denae to care about what he was writing. Every time he tried his mind turned to the events of today and seeing her come through his clinic doors bloody and wounded. He had been able to heal her then. What would happen if she went into the Deep Roads and he wasn't there? Who knows what kind of healing help Varric's brother had. By the way he was described it sounded like all the man cared about was the coin and weather or not he would be able to make any kind of coin off the things he would find in the Deep Roads. Like hell he would even give a rats ass about the safety of his people.

"I wont let her down again." He clenched a fist. "I'm going with her into the Deep Roads weather I want to or not…" He made a face. "Even though… I really don't want to go…"

His mind was made up. If Denae would have him he would go with her into the Deep Roads. Besides… he couldn't leave her alone with Fenris. Who knows what the elf would do to her. He did nothing but brood and complain about how he was a slave and that mages ruined his life. Maker, he would surely drive her to insanity. Mind made up Anders stood and quickly packed a bag tying the end shut. He made sure to pack everything he thought he would need and all there was to do now was wait till morning, which lead to an uncomfortable sleep on a patient bed.

With in the Hanged Man Verric wasn't at all concerned about what was going to happen tomorrow. All he knew was that they were going into the Deep Roads poor and coming out rich as kings. Or at least he hopped that's what was going to happen. His brother may be an ass but his information was usually good and that meant they would make quite a bit of money out of it. With Hawke and the others going through the Deep Roads would be as easy as walking on water. Sitting at his table in the back room he took another drink of his ale and placed a hand on his only companion that was with him.

"Well Bianca. Looks like its just you and me tonight."

He chuckled as he downed the last of his ale then ordered another. In his opinion this was the best way to spend his time before a grand adventure. That and it would be his last time in the Hanged Man for about two weeks or more and he didn't like that idea. So he spent the rest of his night spending some time with his good friends he had met in the Hanged Man and having a few good drinks. When he was finished he had passed out on his bed with a drink in hand ready for what the next day would bring.