Hawke was looking over the various swords and axes on display at Korval's blades. Anders and the merchant were currently engaged in a conversation, using code words understood by both. He was inquiring about staffs and other magic enhancing things. Varric's loud laughter could be heard across the yard, as he was bartering with Jean Luc. Hawke wasn't paying attention to anything except for the blades before him. Fenris stood watch, resting nonchalantly against the wall behind the stall. He would alert them if there appeared any trouble.

Unlike Varric and Anders, Fenris did not seem to enjoy shopping. He rarely looked unless he actually need a new greatsword. Hawke, meanwhile, loved window shopping, even if he had no need and absolutely no intention of buying anything. Just because he wouldn't buy it or couldn't afford it would not stop him from looking; although, since his return from the Deep Roads, there was little he couldn't afford.

Hawke would have thought three years in the Deep Roads would have helped to endear Anders and Fenris to one another, but they still seemed to despise one another. At least, out of respect for Hawke, they seemed okay with working together. Perhaps they would never see eye to eye.

Varric's loud shout of glee moved Hawke from his thoughts. The dwarf approached with a broad smile. "Look, Hawke. Isn't it fantastic?" He thrust a gold colored cloak pin near Hawke's face. To Hawke, it looked little more than ugly, gaudy, costume jewelry.

Hawke's face must have gave away his thoughts because Varric scoffed. "You just don't understand finery, Hawke. And this this is more than finery. It is handcrafted by Jullien St. Clair. See." Varric's stubby finger pointed to a place on the back of the pin. Hawke could only see normal wear and tear, but carefully kept his face neutral. "That is St. Clair's mark; I would stake my life on it. And poor Jean Luc. He hadn't a clue. I can easily sell it for ten times what I paid for it. Lady Fortune is my friend today."

"That is good, Varric," Hawke replied, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Hey, there's chantry boy," Varric exclaimed, looking past Hawke, "and little Katherine. Fancy seeing them here. I didn't know he ever left the chantry when not in our presence." Sure enough, the two were walking slowly towards them, engaged in conversation together. "Well, this is good. I wanted to ask about how Merrill was doing."

Hawke made no reply, as he watched their approach. It had been two days since he had talked to Katherine in her home. Two days since that awkward conversation. The girl seemed unusually interested in his romantic life. She seemed true to her word, that she didn't like him. She certainly did not respond to his flirting and asked frequently about Isabela. Maybe she liked Isabela; they were living together, after all, though Isabela said Katherine had denied her a intimate relationship when she had asked. Multiple times.

The conversation between Katherine and Sebastian dwindled when they came to stop by Hawke. They had been speaking in the language of Starkhaven, of which, Hawke understood none. Greetings and general pleasantries were exchanged. Anders was a bit stiff in his reply. He did not seem to trust Sebastian really, maybe more so than he did Fenris, but not by much. He did seem friendlier to Katherine. Fenris was his usual quiet, observant self.

"So, Katherine, how does your patient fair? She seemed much better yesterday. Walking around, wanting to go flower picking." Hawke had no idea that Varric had went to see Merrill yesterday. He had not mentioned it.

"She agreed to forgo flower picking for a few days more. However, she insisted she return to her house this morning. Sebastian and I took her earlier."

"That is good," Varric replied. "We should have a little party for her at the Hanged Man."

"She may be a bit tired for that," Katherine said lightly, not explaining further.

Hawke was tempted to ask a more pointed question about how Merrill was doing, but he didn't dare do it in front of Varric. Katherine would probably ask him more romantic questions and Varric would never shut up about it. Maybe she thought something was going on between him and Merrill, maybe that was why she persisted with the questions. Merrill did seem an open book, but perhaps she didn't tell Katherine everything, so perhaps Katherine just wrongly assumed the two of them were together or something.

"Fenris," Anders suddenly growled, "you were suppose to be keeping watch." Fenris just shrugged slightly. Anders gaze swung back to the stairs, where a group of Templars were walking toward the market place. "You didn't think that many Templars was pertinent knowledge?"

"I saw them," Fenris replied. "It is Kirkwall. You already knew there were Templars here."

Anders just looked at him in disbelief, loudly scoffed, then backed up towards the side of the stall. Sure enough it was a group of about ten Templars. The Knight Captain Cullen was probably the youngest. The others were older and seasoned warriors. Cullen was engaged in conversation with Knight Commander Meredith. The tall woman was known for being as cold as ice, seemingly uncaring of others, especially mages. Hawke wasn't sure if her reputation was earned in truth or not because he had never even spoke to her.

Since they did not know one another, Hawke was surprised when the Knight Commander broke off from the group of Templars and made her way towards him, but it was not him she spoke to. "Wren, you have saved my messenger and yourself a trip. There is a matter I would have you take care of. Tonight, if possible." She handed Katherine a folded piece of paper. Katherine took it, opened it, read, and then placed it in a small pouch at her waist.

"It will be done," she replied.

"Good," Meredith said.

When Meredith turned to leave, Katherine spoke. "You wish me to go alone?"

Meredith turned back to her. She looked a bit skeptical. "Yes, I wish for you to carry out my orders alone. I had thought you capable of such a task. Does going alone cause concern?"

Katherine waited a moment before answering. "No concern. It will be done. Come morning, either they will be dead, or I will be." She spoke lightly, but there was sincerity in her tone. Sebastian did not speak, but he did not look pleased at her words.

"Very well," Meredith replied. She then looked at Hawke. "Serah Hawke, it is good that you made it back unscathed from the Deep Roads."

Unsure of what to say, Hawke responded by saying, "thank you."

Meredith nodded. "May you move swiftly," she told Katherine softly. She then stared a full beat at Anders, who remained silent, before turning to rejoin the Knight Captain.

No one talked until after the Templars had left the market area. Anders broke the silence with angry words. "What is this? Are you a Templar?"

Katherine did not reply at first. Sebastian took a step to stand beside her, an unspoken act of protection. "Do I wear Templar armor?" She waited a second. "I am not a Templar, Anders."

"But you work for them? The Knight Commander giving out a hit list on mages, no doubt." He did not wait for her to answer his accusations, instead her turned angry eyes on Hawke. "Is this the kind of company we are to keep, Hawke? A mage hater, a Templar lover, and a Chantry brother? You place me as well as your sister in danger." Without waiting for his answer, Anders stormed off towards Lowtown. With his anger, Hawke was surprised Justice had not made an appearance.

"Well, that escalated quickly," Varric commented.

"I'd better go after him," Hawke said.

Katherine nodded. "I need to get ready anyway."

Hawke looked at Fenris, then Varric. "Either of you care to join me?"

Fenris snorted softly. "Chasing after the abomination because of his irrational anger? I think not. I will leave that to you." He nodded to Katherine and Sebastian. "Katherine, Sebastian." Then he looked at Hawke. "If you have need of me, I will be in the mansion." Then he walked away from them.

Varric was pocketing the ugly broach. "I will come, Hawke. Maybe I can smooth it over some. Or, at least, ensure he doesn't go all Justice-crazy in Lowtown."

Farewells were given and they walked their separate ways.