Marian Hawke was a mage. She was a beautiful mage. A talented mage. But, even though she was one of said 'hated beings,' her life hadn't been that bad. Well - with the exception of a few...mishaps. For example: The Arishock killing the Viscount, him trying to take over Kirkwall and the tragic death of her mother. But hey - that's life.
She was currently sitting in the local brewery, having a plesant 'chat' with her favourite Dwarf, Varric Tethras.
"Hawke, i'm telling you. No one can resist the ol' Varric charm."
" Oh I agree," the liquid swirled as she manovered the glass in circular motions, a look of ammusmant playing on her features. "My bodie's just tingling over the thought of you ravashing me."
"It's the chest hair isn't it?" Varric pulled at the open collar of his shirt with one hand, giving a flamboyant wave with of the other. "Nobody can resist the chest hair"
" Even Sebastian would give up his chaisen life just to have you for one night."
" I would pay to see him try" The friendly story teller replied, chuckling to himself. Suddenly, his eyes dimmed. "Hawke I've been meaning to ask..." Varric's posture turned defencive, like he was preparing to take striking information directly to the heart. "Who's side will you take? You know, when it comes down to it."
Marian took a seat and ordered another pint; she had a feeling she'd need it.
"Varric... Merideth is crazy. That much is certain. My father was a mage, My sister was a mage; I'm a mage - So are two of my closest companions. I can't take the templar side, even if my 'darling' brother is one. Maker, when thinking about it, if I did take their side, who's telling what Merideth will do to me when it's over. The right of anulment calls for every mage in the area to be destroyed. Not one should be left alive. In conclusion my dearest Dwarf, I would have to take the side of the mages. To many innocent lifes would be at stake. I have to protect them, Champion or no."
"Thank you for not giving me a heart attack, Hawke. The consequences may be severe, but morally, it's the right choice. Though…" Varric shot a concerned look at his friend, and placed a large, clumsy hand on her forearm. "…What about him? What will you do if-"
"He won't."
"But Hawke, you know he-"
"He won't, Varric. Trust me. If he did-"Hawke was a strong woman, but she had a hard time blinking back the tears that welled in her eyes. "- If he did…I would decide at that time. Right now, I don't want to speculate with if's and but's."
"I understand Chuckles; trust me. I do."