As she had at the end of most stressful days, after escorting her sister home and saying goodnight to Aveline, she'd make her way to the Hanged Man with Varric. The tavern was grimy and smelled of piss and vomit but compared to some of the places in Hightown, she'd pick here over anything. It had character and it was a place where everyone could walk in with the knowledge that everyone else was there to drink their worries away, to forget about their regrets and just slide into a comfortable buzz. But rather than sharing a drink with Varric, she instead waved him goodnight as he headed up to his room and took to drinking by herself.

It wasn't something she made a habit of, but sometimes it was nice to just be left to her own thoughts. She leaned back against the chair, feet kicked up on a nearby end table as she sipped at her cup of whiskey, fingers playing with the ring around her neck. The metal was worn at this point but it still felt like when her father had first placed it in her hand. She wasn't sure if it was enchanted but during her loneliest of times she could swear it would heat up as if to remind her of what she was fighting for.

Loud conversation at the bar pulled her attention from the flames as she casually looked over her shoulder to a group of men standing around a young woman. "You have your information, Isabela, now where is our pay?" One of them asked and already Lisa could sense this was going to go nowhere good. Slowly she placed her drink down and pulled herself to her feet as the woman spoke.

"Well, Lucky, since the information you gave me was worth nothing…then that's what I'll pay you."

"You little bitch," he hissed as he slammed her rising drink back down onto the counter. The woman chuckled, pulling at his hand and sending him off balanced as she slammed his head into the bar. Another man lunged towards her but she easily tossed him towards a wall before turning to kick the other man into submission. But with her back to the man against the wall she wasn't able to see him pulling a blade from his belt.

Quickly Lisa yanked her bow over her torso, notched an arrow, and flung it firmly into the wall between his legs, ripping the cloth that covered his twig and berries. The man looked up in fear and shock as Isabela turned to look at where the arrow had come from. "Whoops, guess I gave your manhood too much credit," Lisa smirked as Isabela chuckled, watching as Lucky and his rats scurried from the bar, cursing hollow words at her.

Lisa wrapped the bow back around her torso as she moved back to sip at her drink. As expected, Isabela hadn't chosen to ignore her. The woman slid into the chair next to her with a tired huff. "Do you make a habit of interfering with other people's business?"

"Only when needed," Lisa remarked, not turning her head to look at Isabela.

"And I looked like I needed help?" She sounded offended but Lisa could hear the amusement in her voice.

"No, but I've never been good enough with pickup lines," she teased as Isabela chuckled and gave a small nod.

"Very well, I guess I can humor you. I am Captain Isabela, although without a ship the title rings a bit hollow," she sighed sadly as Lisa finally turned to look at the woman. She was quite beautiful with the perfect amount of roughness around her tanned edges. Her body was covered in exotic piercings and tattoos, her hair was dark and pulled back by a fanciful bandana, and her eyes were a shocking amber.

"Hawke, Lisa Hawke," she responded with a tip of her cup in Isabela's direction.

"Hawke? That name sounds familiar…and from what I've seen you look like you can handle yourself in a fight."

"Maybe," she remarked with a smirk before taking a drink.

"Then maybe you could give me a hand with something. I have a meeting arranged with a…friend of mine in Hightown this evening. I've planned to duel him. I win, he's dead and thus he leaves me alone, I lose…well, then I lose." Lisa raised a brow, looking at the woman in the corner of her eye.

"And that's that? Cause I don't know if you're aware…but if you lose, you're dead too." Isabela chuckled, swinging back the last of the liquid in her cup before pulling herself to her feet.

"I also know that the man isn't going to play fair. Thus I am in need of a pair of skilled hands that could help me if things turn sour." Lisa smirked, finishing her drink and standing with Isabela before gesturing towards the door.

"Lead the way then and let me put my skilled fingers to good use," she remarked as Isabela smiled and did just that. And immediately it was clear she was right about her 'friend' not playing fair. They'd been waiting in the center of the part of the street for hours and nothing. Lisa was starting to doze off on the wall she was leaning against.

"There she is!" Came a shrill voice that made Lisa jump from her drowsiness to look up at an angry looking woman and some of her closest friends. She glanced towards Isabel who made it clear that this wasn't the person she was expecting before the pair set themselves up for an attack, putting down the woman and her men easily and swiftly.

"Coward," Isabela muttered as she went about picking through the woman's clothes before pulling out a letter with a frown. "Hiding in the Chantry, eh?" Glancing towards Lisa she waved at her to follow and Lisa nodded as the pair ran through the empty streets and up the stone steps.

"So why exactly is this guy after you?" Lisa asked as they made their way into the dark Chantry.

"I lost something of his," she muttered as Lisa nodded, noting the woman's evasive answer and deciding she would ask at a better time.