Cassandra blanches when Hawke asks her about motives; she hadn't intended to be so obvious, so transparent. With a quick shake of the head, she does her best to dismiss any notions of ulterior motives. "I am not here on official business," she assures Hawke, as she begins to stride alongside him, in easy acceptance of his invitation.
She huffs lightly before continuing. "Is it so wrong to want to learn more about a man who I've heard so much about?" A man she had worked so hard to find, she wants to say, but decides that is better left unsaid, perhaps even goes without saying at all. What she cannot help but add, however, is a mild jest.
"If you do decide you would prefer to bunk down in the stables, you may have to fight it out with Warden Blackwall. I do believe he is already quite established there."
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Date: 2020-06-20 11:43 am (UTC)She huffs lightly before continuing. "Is it so wrong to want to learn more about a man who I've heard so much about?" A man she had worked so hard to find, she wants to say, but decides that is better left unsaid, perhaps even goes without saying at all. What she cannot help but add, however, is a mild jest.
"If you do decide you would prefer to bunk down in the stables, you may have to fight it out with Warden Blackwall. I do believe he is already quite established there."