The Adventures of Hawke.

Prologue.

Hawke woke up in the middle of the night, hearing some people bumping about in her manor and a woman yelling at someone. She sat up, yawning, and put on her robe in case she had forgot about having some guests over. On her way to the kitchen, she waved to Varric when she saw him with some big guys and slipped into the kitchen to sate her need for a midnight snack. Pulling out a cheese wheel and her trusty murder knife, Hawke cut herself a slice of cheese cleanly before examining the blade "Oh murder knife," she said as she stuck the cheese slice into her mouth, "how I love you."

She heard more talking, apparently Varric was telling someone a story about her, she really hoped it wasn't the one about her running away from the Arishok for thirty minutes while she threw tar and fire grenades. She slid to the door and pressed her ear against it, she could hear the tale of how her and Bethany fought off waves of darkspawn and finally with her sticking her sword through the eye of an ogre, noting that Varric excluded her shouting 'give me your face!'… she would talk to him about that later she supposed. She waited for the part where she seduced the dragon turned beautiful man with her wits, and was disappointed when a woman interrupted "ah balls on that," she said quietly and decided to go visit the hanged man to get a quick drink. She had reached the door when she remembered that she needed some armor that wasn't dirty, but decided just to take her sword and left the house. Going through the front door, Hawke breathed in the night air and went on her way to get a drink.

"The champion was at the heart of it when it all began," Cassandra told Varric, resolute to find the champion of Kirkwall, "if you can't point me to her, tell me everything you know."

Varric tapped his fingers together "You want answers?"

"I want the truth!"

Varric sat forward, pointing a finger at Cassandra "You can't handle the truth!" though he withdrew it when she nearly cut it off.

"Tell me your story Dwarf, or I'll find someone who will," Cassandra pulled the knife from the book and stabbed the chair between his legs, without hitting anything thank the Maker.

Varric sat back, smiling, "Then you'll need to hear the whole story."