"Hawke."

"Hello Varric," Hawke replied, sitting at the table.

"Slumming it again? Don't you have better food at home?" Varric asked.

"Yes," he said with a smirk. "But not you. And what would I do without my trusty dwarf?"

"Fine," Varric smirked back. "But I wouldn't get the breakfast special if I were you."

"Noted."

They talked of inconsequential things as they ate, each enjoying having time to just relax without others hounding them. Eventually, Isabela drug herself from her room to join them, with Fenris walking in minutes later.

"Hawke gives you the day off, and you come to the Hanged Man?" Varric asked Fenris incredulously. Fenris simply raised a brow and stared back at him. "That's different," Varric said, understanding the implication. "I live here."

Fenris glanced over to Hawke who pointed to Varric. "I'm with him," Hawke said with a smirk, and Fenris shook his head with a small smile on his face.

"I'm here to help the pirate," he said, sitting down.

"And as soon as I wake up, we'll go," Isabela added, standing up and going to the bar.

"Helping with what?" Varric asked.

Fenris shrugged. "She didn't elaborate."

"I'm surprised Cat's not going too," Hawke said, causing Fenris' eyes to roll.

"I was as well, though it seems Isabela is keeping Cat as far from this relic business as she can. Cat was not happy about it at all, and left earlier this morning."

"So she's pouting," Varric said with a smile.

"Indeed," Fenris replied, looking up as Isabela returned with a cup of ale. "She feels like she's losing her friend, and doesn't understand why."

Isabela sighed, and took a long drink from her cup. Setting it down, she leaned in slightly. "You boys know as well as I do, this is the only way to keep her uninvolved. If she knew anything, she would insist on helping… it's just the way she is."

"And what's so bad about that?" Varric asked. "Little dove can hold her own, like the rest of us."

"It's not her skills that I'm worried about," Isabela muttered. "You don't know the people that want the relic, Varric. I've kept Kitty out of their sights for this long, though sometimes I don't know how. If they knew I cared about her…" she left the threat hanging in the air, and the mood turned somber.

"She wouldn't care about that," Fenris said. "She would want to help anyway."

"Exactly," Isabela replied. "So, if you'd do it differently… speak up."

In the silence, she knew she had made her point, but the whole talk had spoiled her mood, and her appetite.

"Let's just get this done," she said, standing up.

"I'll talk to her," Hawke volunteered, and the other three just stared at him. "What?" he asked, defensively.

"You'll talk to her?" Varric said with a grin. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Yeah, yeah," Hawke muttered. "Enough of you have said I need to actually be friends with Cat, spending time… getting to trust each other, right?" He looked at each of them, scanning their faces for hints as to what they were thinking. "So, that's what I am going to do."

"Couldn't hurt…" Varric said with a shrug, looking at Isabela.

"Oh, it could…" Isabela added. "But I think it is worth a shot."

"But, we don't know where she is," Fenris pointed out. At Isabela's questioning look he added, "she took off earlier, upset."

"Angry upset? Or crying upset?" Isabela asked.

"Uh…" Fenris thought back. "If I had to say, I'd think angry."

"Then check the Keep. Knowing the time, and that she likes to hit things when she's angry, she most likely went to spar with the guards."

"Then, I guess that's where I'll start," Hawke said.

Hawke headed straight to the top, figuratively, stopping in Aveline's office first, and explaining that he was looking for Cat. Aveline escorted him out to the training area, using the walk to remind him that he said he would stop in the gallows to speak with Emeric.

"I didn't forget Aveline, it's on my schedule," Hawke said.

"Just how far down the list has it been bumped?" she replied dryly.

Saved from having to answer as they walked into the training grounds, Hawke and Aveline headed over to the crowd in the middle.

A few guards spotted their captain, and gave a quick salute. She let them know to be at ease by asking, "Who's winning?"

"Cat so far, though she hasn't taken a breather," the guard replied. "She's bested six of us, but now she's up against Melnor."

"Ooh," Aveline winced in sympathy. "She's lost to him before hasn't she?"

"The last four times they've sparred," the guard replied. "It's just starting if you want to stay and watch, Captain."

"Yes," Aveline said with a glance at Hawke, who was trying to see above the guards in front of him. "I think we will do that. Thank you."

She tugged on Hawke's sleeve, getting him to follow her around the group to the opposite side, where they would have better luck.

Hawke listened to the commentary as they moved, continuously trying to view the spar. From what he could hear, Cat was tricky, but Melnor wasn't fazed.

"Who is this Melnor?" Hawke asked Aveline as they finally moved into the circle, and Hawke was able to see the fighters. "Blood of Andraste! He's huge!"

"And packs a whallop," a guard next to him added.

"What's the rules? First blood?" Hawke asked the woman.

"Until the other yields," she replied, without looking away from the scene. Hawke looked at Cat, practically seeing the fire in her eyes, and knew she wouldn't yield easily.

"Hell…" he muttered, and settled in to watch.

It wasn't the most exciting fight she had ever witnessed, but watching Hawke's reactions to the fight was very entertaining. Aveline smiled as she thought of his earnestness in explaining how he was going to be Cat's friend, because that was what she had requested. Aveline herself, knew how difficult it was to care for someone that you saw every day on the job, wanting more and yet not wanting to ruin what was already there.

She smiled again as Hawke booed and started arguing with the guard next to him. She paid better attention, wondering what she had missed. Cat was tired, everyone could see it. She was sprawled on the ground, which had Aveline assuming she had been flung away after trying an attack. Melnor was advancing, and she could see by the way Cat was panting that she would not be able to stop the next attack.

Hawke could see it as well, and she grabbed him just as he made to move forward. "It's a spar," Aveline said quietly, and though he stayed where he was, she could tell how upset he was.

He surprised everyone by shouting out a cheer, "You've got him, Cat! Get up and finish it!"

Even the fighters looked over to Hawke but his eyes were on Cat, nodding to her, and mouthing, "get up!"

Cat seemed shocked, then determined, and finally a wicked grin crossed her face, and she winked back at Hawke. She jumped up and went in for the hit, Melnor dodged and countered with a backhand. Cat went flying back, her daggers dropping as she hit the ground, unmoving.

Everyone froze, and they heard Melnor cry, "Maker's mercy!" flinging off his helmet, and rushing for her. He was kneeling next to her, and the others waited with baited breath to hear how she was- the tension high, and the room silent. Aveline noted that she didn't need to hold Hawke back as she thought she would.

The movement seemed to come from nowhere, just that suddenly Melnor was on his back, with Cat straddling his chest, her small knife at his throat.

"Do you yield?" she demanded.

Aveline grinned as Melnor nodded rapidily, just so relieved that he hadn't hurt her. The room was in an uproar, and she pointedly ignored the money changing hands, as she strode forward.

"That was a dirty trick Cat," she heard Melnor complain, even as he ruffled her hair.

"Dirty tricks are the only way to beat you," Cat replied with a grin, and a pat on his chest.

"Great timing," Aveline said as she walked up. "It looked as if he had struck you with all his strength."

"I would never, Captain," Melnor promised.

"Good man," she replied. "Cat," she said as she turned to address her friend. "I hope you're done here, because it looks like Hawke needs you."

Cat's eyes followed Aveline's gaze to where Hawke was getting paid by a guard. She turned as well to smirk at Aveline. "Looks like Hawke's buying lunch, if you want to come too."

"You should probably get off of my guardsman first," Aveline stated. "But then, yes, I'll come."

"Can I see the throne room?" Cat asked as she walked with Aveline and Hawke through the Keep.

"You truly want to?" Aveline questioned.

"Well, yeah, it's not like it's open to the public. But if the guard captain is with me, no one will question it, right?" she asked.

Aveline glanced at Hawke, and he held up his hands in a surrender. "It's your call, not mine," he told her, and with a sigh, Aveline turned to head towards the throne room.

"Why doesn't it get used very much?" Cat asked, excited that they were going.

"The viscount knows that keeping everyone appeased is the best way to stay where he is, so he tends to meet with others in his office, giving them a feeling of being on equal ground." Aveline gave a small chuckle. "And he is not one for protocol," she added.

"Interesting," Cat replied as they walked to the closed doors. Aveline pushed them open, letting the two of them enter first, and then following after.

Cat turned around in a circle, getting the feel of the room. She could definitely feel the influence of slavers in the decor, and even the general layout. The throne was at the top of a flight of stairs, with a wall on all other sides, making it impossible to see anything besides the throne.

"Do you feel that?" Hawke asked suddenly.

Cat and Aveline exchanged glances, before answering, "No," and "Feel what?"

"Feels like… power. And malevolence," Hawke replied. He walked slowly, following the feeling, until he came up to a bench. "Hmm," he said, looking around.

"Well?" Aveline asked.

"Well nothing," Hawke replied. "I feel something, but see nothing."

"Uh, maybe it's hiding under the bench?" Cat asked, but she smiled as Hawke humored her, getting down to peer under the bench.

"I really should just start listening to you," Hawke said as he came back up with a book in his hand.

"That's what has you all worked up?" Aveline asked skeptically. "A book?"

"An evil book," Hawke corrected. "Those blood mages that were trying to possess the templar recruits hid a few of these around Kirkwall, though I believe we almost have them all," he said.

"This makes four, if my count is accurate," Cat added in. "Demon in book form," she said to Aveline with a grin. "Nasty stuff comes out when we try to destroy it."

"Terrific," Aveline said with a groan as Cat and Hawke pulled out weapons. She followed suit, and though she hoped this was all an elaborate prank, she prepared herself for the worst.

"Here goes," Hawke said as his spell hit the open book. They all heard the otherworldly scream, as abominations surrounded them.

"The one on the stairs first!" Cat yelled out, and headed for the Arcane Horror. Hawke focused on damaging spells, letting Aveline shield him from the creatures. Cat shouted and waved her arms as she ran after each creature, distracting them so Hawke could get better shots. In no time at all, the room was clear, and the ruined book lay on the ground before them.

"Your ice spells are getting stronger," Cat mentioned as they made their way out from the throne room.

"I've been working on them in my spare time," Hawke said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Well, yes… Anders' are just so much better than mine…" Cat and Aveline laughed, and Hawke just smirked at them.

"I can relate," Cat said. "I hardly use my crossbow anymore, because my dagger skills are nowhere near Issy's."

"It's actually difficult to compare the two of you, your styles are so different," Aveline commented. "She relies on stealth, where you rely on distraction and trickery."

"True," Cat replied. "But the fundamentals are the same."

They stopped as the reached the Viscount's offices, and Hawke grimaced. "All right, I'll go make my report. If I'm not out in ten minutes… no, make that five minutes… come rescue me."

"No promises," Aveline said, which had Cat snickering, at Hawke's pouting face.

"Don't worry Hawke, we'll be right here waiting. You're buying us lunch, remember?" Aveline said as she gave him a small push.

Hawke had hardly been in the office for five minutes before the door opened again, and he came out shaking his head.

"That doesn't look positive," Cat said.

"Apparently, since the Arishok deigned to speak with me, the Viscount would throw all Qunari problems at my feet," Hawke grumbled as he stalked over to the next office, where the seneschal worked.

"What now?" Aveline asked.

"Something about a missing delegation," Hawke replied. "And the seneschal has the details," he said louder as he entered the room and walked up to Bran.

"I am to help you, yes," Bran said disdainfully. "Though I would prefer that you were not involved at all."

"You and me both," Hawke grumbled. "Well?" he asked. "What do you have for us?"

"As best we can tell, there were guards all along the path that the Qunari used to exit the building, and Hightown. It is unlikely that the Qunari could have disappeared without it being seen," Bran explained. "Since there was no report, they must be complicit."

Aveline's eyes narrowed, as she took the accusations personally. "Have any failed to report in?" she asked.

"Several," he replied. "Though where you should go to look for a guard who has sold his honor," he hesitated as he noticed the huge grin that Cat was sporting. "I'm sure I do not know."

"The Hanged Man," Hawke answered, with a tone that implied, "duh."

Cat nodded along. "The Hanged Man," she agreed, thrilled to have been a part of in game dialogue.

"Got to be," Aveline said with another nod.

"Well," the seneschal snapped. "You have your answer then."

Hawke strolled down the street with Cat, as they had nowhere to be until later when they were going to the Hanged Man with Aveline to find the soon-to-be-punished guards. She had demanded he buy lunch since he made money from her spar, and he supposed it was only fair.

He let her choose the stall, and they bought some fruit, cheese and bread. She then pulled him over to what was obviously a place she used often, a small patch of flattened rocks that provided a small sitting area where they could eat.

"Is this your regular spot?" he asked once they had settled down.

"Fenris and I will use it sometimes," she replied with a smile. "He is not one to spend a lot of time indoors during the day, so if we get lunch here, we'll sit here to eat."

"I must admit, I don't understand how you and Fenris became so close so quickly. He's been a tough nut to crack for everyone else."

Cat looked up, and seeing the curiosity on his face, she took it as a good thing. "I don't know that we understood it either," she replied with a smirk. "It just… happened. Going through fights together, learning about each other, asking A LOT of questions…" she trailed off. "I guess sometimes it just clicks into place easily, and sometimes you have to work for it."

She looked at him again, meeting his eyes and adding, "I guess you and I need to work a little for it, huh?"

"I think so," he replied as he ate another piece of cheese.

"One of my friends in Ferelden used to eat all the cheese too," she said with a smile.

"Oh?" he asked. "Like this?" he said as he snatched another piece from the shared wrapping between them.

"Not exactly," she said, smiling. "He was more of the type to pout at you until you gave him all the cheese… then you couldn't complain about it afterward, since you gave it to him in the first place."

"Was this the man who swore to protect you?" he asked.

Cat smiled again, as she was swamped with memories. "No, though the whole group was very insistent on keeping me safe."

"I can imagine that would be wonderful, even as it was stifling," Hawke replied.

She met his eyes again, curious that he understood. "I wouldn't have worded it that way, but yes, that pretty much sums it up. And why do you know what that feels like?" she asked.

"Growing up a mage, especially an apostate, meant always being careful… never being spontaneous," he answered. "Mother didn't really understand, she just wanted us to stay with our family, not be taken by the templars. But Father… he had lived in the circle, here in Kirkwall. He knew what it would take to stay safe."

"And he taught you," Cat surmised.

"That he did." Hawke finished eating and stretched his legs out, leaning back on his elbows. "Then Bethany and Carver came along, and it was more. Learning to care for others, to help my siblings so they wouldn't get hurt. Then when we discovered Bethany was a mage…"

"That was a lot for your shoulders alone," she said.

"Once Father died, yes, it seemed that way. Sacrificing what I wanted in order to take care of my family, or hide what I was. At the time, it seemed so unfair."

"It is… a little anyway," she replied. "though it can be worth it in the end."

"Sounds like you know what that feels like as well," he said with a smirk.

"Not quite to what you have gone through, but…" she shrugged. "I thought I would stay with my friends, but they had decided to send me away, in order to keep me safe from the blight."

She sighed, as she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs in comfort. "They were all warriors, and I couldn't even look after myself, let alone help them. They were teaching me, but… I was just a distraction, really." She looked up again and smiled at him. "That's how I met Isabela and ended up on her ship. I didn't want to go, but knew I should… that was how I was going to help them."

"Why didn't they all just go on the ship with you? Staying during a blight has to be the worst decision ever," he said, confused. "Even for warriors of the greatest renown."

"Well… it was sort of their job," she admitted. "Come on, let's get moving," she said as she jumped up, leaving Hawke to scramble after her.

Cat and Hawke went around the city, informing their friends of the job that evening. Several couldn't be found, though Varric, Sebastian, and Merrill promised to join them later at the Hanged Man.

Being that there were still several hours until they were meeting, Hawke begged for Cat's opinion on presents, and she took finally took pity on him. As they walked into Hightown, she assumed they were going to the classier shops there. But soon they were walking to Hawke's home, and Cat spoke up.

"I thought I was going to help you buy presents?" she asked. "Why are we going to your house?"

Hawke smirked at her nervous tone, as he remembered the last time she was here, she had gotten interrogated by his mother. "No," he replied. "I have already bought presents, and I wanted your opinion on them before I gave them out."

"Oh," she said, feeling foolish.

"Besides, I really enjoyed lunch, and I thought we could do that again."

"You're hungry?" she asked.

"What?" he replied. "No."

"Then why do you want to do lunch again?"

He stopped at the door to his estate, looking at her face and seeing the genuine confusion. "I swear, if I didn't know better, I would think that you misunderstand me on purpose."

"Well maybe you should just say what you mean," she countered with a overly fake smile.

"All right," he said, opening the door, and letting her through to the foyer. He followed her in, and shut the door behind him, then turned to face her. "I enjoyed talking with you, both about my life, and hearing about yours. I would like us to be friends, Cat, like you are with Fenris, Anders, Isabela, and all the others. I feel like I am missing out on something."

Cat stood there, looking at him, unsure of how to react. She couldn't complain, she had asked him to speak plainly, and he had. But… what exactly did he want from her? A friendship like she had with Fenris or Anders, or even to an extent Issy, carried a lot of things that she couldn't just go blurting out. Maybe starting small?

"O-Okay," she finally said. "As long as you realize that isn't something that just happens in a day or two. We're not going to stay up all night and share life stories."

He looked away slightly, focusing on leading her into the house. "I admit, I am used to keeping people away, not making friends, and I am uncertain of how to go about it," he said, and Cat felt her heart soften into a gooey mess.

"Well, you're doing well so far," she said encouragingly. "Getting to know each other is a big part of it, as well as spending time together, which we already do."

He nodded along, as if checking off items on a mental list. "What else?" he asked.

"Well, uh, having things in common is helpful, enjoying the same activities, or having meals together…"

"All right," he said. "anything else?"

"Just, uh…" she put a little more thought into it, seeing as he was taking mental notes. "Being there for each other, making things easier" she added. "like you were today, at the Keep. Cheering for me, and helping me finish my spar." She grinned, "thank you for that, by the way. It was exactly what I needed."

He nodded, and waved away her thanks. "I think I've got the gist of it," he said. "I suppose I never had anyone that it actually took conscious effort to be friends with. It was more of a "you help me- I help you" situation, and then we were friends. This is a new experience."

"We'll muddle through it together," Cat said with a smile. "So, where are these presents?" she asked.

After making appropriate comments for the gifts that Hawke had thoughtfully picked up for his friends, Cat spent some time speaking with Bodahn and Sandal while Hawke read and answered some letters.

After a time, he returned, and suggested that she return home and change into her armor, since they didn't know how badly this situation with the Qunari would be. She agreed, and he got what he needed, and they headed out to her home.

"You don't seem very happy," he commented as they headed towards Lowtown. She hadn't taken long to change, but had been in a much more somber mood since returning downstairs.

"I love this armor, and don't want anyone to think otherwise," she said. "But… I don't like wearing it in the Hanged Man."

Hawke frowned. "Why not?" he asked.

"Well…" she said, slightly embarrassed, "it fits like a second skin, which is great in fights…"

"Yes?" he said, still unsure of what her point was.

"And the Hanged Man is a tavern full of drunk people…" she said.

"Right…"

She chuckled. "Now who is deliberately misunderstanding?" she questioned. "I get some unwanted attention there, that's all."

"Wait, really?" he asked. "I never noticed that."

"To be fair, you are usually doing the talking, with whoever or whatever the job is. It's not a big deal, I just try to avoid it whenever I can."

"But… we meet at the Hanged Man practically every day!" Hawke exclaimed. "This happens every time?!" he demanded.

"Well, yes, but like I said, it's not a big deal. No one actually does anything, there are just usually some stares. Don't worry about it," she said.

"It is a big deal," Hawke grumbled. "No one messes with my crew." He glanced over at her. "I'll fix this," he promised.

"Hawke…" she began.

"No," he interrupted her. She fell silent, stealing glances his way. He continued to be a mystery to her, as he didn't ever seem to react as she would expect.

He's not Steven, she reminded herself, though she knew she constantly compared other men to him. While she had her father and brother, they were extremely mellow, never showing much emotion. Steven had been a whole new experience, and her time in Thedas was an entirely different one.

She had thought he would get a good laugh out of the situation, but it seemed that she had made him angry instead. Now as she glanced over again, she puzzled that he didn't seem angry… more focused, or determined. She wondered exactly what was going through his mind at that moment.

Hawke was embarrassed, and trying not to show it. He knew that Isabela enjoyed the attention she received from others, and had assumed that Cat- while not quite up to Isabela's level- also enjoyed it. The more he learned, the worse he felt for all his earlier assumptions.

She actually reminded him a little of Bethany… with her happy nature, and her caring manner. She could tease with the best of them, and every so often her anger would surface. And above everything, she didn't want to be a burden on anyone.

He didn't know how to make her more comfortable in the Hanged Man, without threatening everyone there, so he decided to speak to Varric and Isabela and enlist their help in making it clear to all the patrons- Cat was not to be ogled.

She could most definitely handle herself, she was no pushover after all, and he wondered why she didn't simply make an example of one of them, or tell Isabela about it.

They reached the tavern, and he held the door for her, using the opportunity of following her inside to look around the room. He saw several of the looks that she had been speaking of, and glared harshly at each of the perpetrators. It wasn't a permanent solution, but it did help make him feel better.

They went to their table, and joined Varric, Merrill and Sebastian.

"Aveline here yet?" Hawke asked as he sat. He kept his eyes moving around the room, continuing to glare at patrons when he felt necessary.

"No… haven't seen her come in," Varric replied, curious as to what was distracting Hawke. He followed his gaze several times, and seeing the men he was staring down, followed the line of their previous looks to Cat. "Interesting…" he muttered.

"So, Hawke…" he began, getting his attention.

"Yes?" Hawke replied, though he didn't stop what he was doing. Noting a few moments later that Varric had not answered, he finally stopped and looked at the dwarf, who was grinning mischievously.

"What are you doing?" Varric asked with a smirk.

Hawke looked over to Cat, noting that she was talking with Merrill and Sebastian, and leaned closer to Varric. "Cat said she didn't like being here," he said quietly. "She said she got unwanted attention."

Varric's smirk stayed, though his eyes narrowed. "They're making the little dove uncomfortable?" he asked. "That simply won't do. I'm sure I heard something about a murderous elf, or perhaps a mage, or even a pirate that would take great offense to having her being looked upon too much."

"Is that the best way to handle this?" Hawke asked uncertainly.

"You can't fight every battle with your spells," Varric replied. "In this case, it's not even rumor, but fact. A few words in the right ear, and our dove can relax here."

"All right then," Hawke said. "I'll leave it to you."

Varric nodded, then signaled toward the door. Looking up, Hawke saw Aveline come in, trying her best to not draw attention to herself. She sat down, and Cat turned to her.

"Aveline?" she asked. "You okay?"

Aveline shook her head. "One bad apple can spoil the entire bunch," she groused. "I'm trying very hard to not take this betrayal personally."

"I'm certain there are others behind this," Hawke said, by way of consolation. "The guard was most likely paid handsomely to look the other way."

Hawke could tell what Aveline thought of that excuse by the disparaging look on her face. He shrugged, but gave her a nod, letting her know that he had her back.

They waited and ate in silence, listening to the chatter around them, listening for clues as to who may have been responsible for the situation. After another hour, Hawke heard Norah say something about a big spender, and he rose and followed her back toward the bar. He could hear the others behind him, though no one spoke.

He found himself behind a man who held a bottle of ale. He listened as the man bragged of his sudden wealth, offering drinks to those that he suddenly considered friends.

Hawke was about to say something, when Cat pushed Sebastian forward. Sebastian looked caught off guard, but covered smoothly.

"Surely you've been blessed by the Maker to have such coin," he said. Varric gave a quiet groan and shook his head, thinking of several better opening lines.

"That's right pal," the man said, turning to Sebastian with a huge grin. "Tonight I am blessed and paid… and all because I turned my head."

Aveline was simmering, and Hawke decided to introduce her before she gutted the man. "I know someone who would love to hear the details… isn't that right, Guard Captain?" he said with emphasis.

The man heard it in Hawke's tone, and gulped as he replied, "g..g..guard captain?"

Aveline strode forward, holding to her righteous fury. "Who?" she demanded. Cat was awed at how she kept her anger in check.

"What?" the man asked.

"Who?!" she demanded again.

"Who what?" he replied, confused.

"Who bought you?" she spat as she reached out and grabbed the man's tunic. "Who took a proud guardsman and turned him into a whining dog?"

"I…" he started, and seeing the look on the captain's face, he relented. "I don't know."

Aveline glared at him, gripping his tunic tighter until he was almost off the ground.

"It was a templar, though I don't know his name. He said we were on a holy mission! He had the seal of the Grand Cleric and everything!"

Aveline slowly released the shirt, setting the man back squarely on his feet. She looked at him as if he were slime. "The penalty for abandoning one's post is ten days on the wall. Report to the barracks."

The man whined, but left his full bottle behind, and slunk out the door. Aveline turned to Hawke. "You have your answer. A templar."

Hawke nodded, and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Thank you." He looked around at his group. "Let's go visit the Grand Cleric, shall we?"