It's in the bar Anders finds Hawke. It was no accident, either. He knew Hawke had taken up work in the other bar, he'd yet to set foot in the establishment. Today, he was doing it with every intention of meeting the man behind the counter.
He'd chosen something 'dressier' than the jumpsuit he'd been issued. The blue and silver striped robes of the wardens stood out for sure, but without the metal bits and bobbles meant to protect the wearer from things more sharp than spells, it was no different than a strangely patterned piece of clothing. Well, no stranger than mage's robes even looked in the fleet. It wasn't just his clothes that were nicer, his entire demeanor was drastically different than the worn-down healer who'd last talked to Hawke, he'd cleaned up nicely and by design.
As he'd told Vash, how could you expect anyone to take you seriously if you didn't constantly look your best?
He settled into one of the stools at the bar and fixed a charming smile to his face. "Oh, bartender? I believe I require some service."
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He'd chosen something 'dressier' than the jumpsuit he'd been issued. The blue and silver striped robes of the wardens stood out for sure, but without the metal bits and bobbles meant to protect the wearer from things more sharp than spells, it was no different than a strangely patterned piece of clothing. Well, no stranger than mage's robes even looked in the fleet. It wasn't just his clothes that were nicer, his entire demeanor was drastically different than the worn-down healer who'd last talked to Hawke, he'd cleaned up nicely and by design.
As he'd told Vash, how could you expect anyone to take you seriously if you didn't constantly look your best?
He settled into one of the stools at the bar and fixed a charming smile to his face. "Oh, bartender? I believe I require some service."