A/N:
Hey guys! Thanks for your responses to the previous story, I'm glad you liked it :) Anyway, this one came more out of my hand than Hawke's, and it popped into my head when I was wandering around the Wounded Coast. Go figure, right? It's really short, but I hope you enjoy it.
"...Hawke, this rock looks awfully familiar."
"Shut up, Varric. I don't want to hear it."
"I could've sworn I've seen it before once or twice... or, you know, five or six times..."
"I said shut up!"
"He's right, though. Hawke, I think we're going in circles!"
A sigh, then: "You don't say, Merrill."
"We should try going up that path!"
"I guess we can give it a try."
*Half an hour and two groups of bandits later*
"Hawke..."
"Just don't. Please, just don't."
"Isn't that the rock Varric pointed out before?"
"No, of course not, Merrill. How could it possibly be the same rock?"
"Oh. Well, it looks just like the one that we saw earlier..."
"Hey, look, Qunari! A whole bunch of them!" Running footsteps.
"Anders, you get back here right- dammit. I wish he would stop doing that."
"Hey, isn't that what we were trying to find in the first place?"
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"