Valentine_Wiggin  idézete

(If a sarcastic female Hawke walks in Hightown by herself, at night)
Hawke: Well, that was a mess. Better get things in order before the Arishok responds. Can't be good. The viscount's son, Qunari in the Chantry… bet it's going to rain, too. Hard enough doing this without soaking my hides. Thirty pounds of water, and it's a march with no rations. When was the last time I ate? Who's cooking tonight? Sandal? Maker. Enchantment soup again. Thumb right in the bowl last time. His enchanting hand, too. Yeah, I saw you, you squirelly little knot-head! Did I lock my chambers? Bet he's in there now. Ugh. That guy looking at me? A lot of illness in this city. What's he looking at? Loony. Yeah, that's it, keep walking. Can't trust anyone. Could be lyrium addled. Fade-crazed. Still, got to have some control. What kind of damage sends these daft freaks out in the street talking to them… selves? Ahem…