[Hawke shrugs much more easily than the question of his father should allow. He's working through it, always or so it seems, but that's all personal and easier to brush off when speaking aloud. Besides, it can wait. Malcolm is dead, and unless Atroma has a sick and twisted sense of drama, that's not going to change.]
They met in Kirkwall. My father was transferred to the Gallows and then made to perform for a noble party put on by my grandfather. The way she tells it, it was love at first sight but I have the sneaking suspicion he talked her into it. My father had a silver tongue.
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[Hawke shrugs much more easily than the question of his father should allow. He's working through it, always or so it seems, but that's all personal and easier to brush off when speaking aloud. Besides, it can wait. Malcolm is dead, and unless Atroma has a sick and twisted sense of drama, that's not going to change.]
They met in Kirkwall. My father was transferred to the Gallows and then made to perform for a noble party put on by my grandfather. The way she tells it, it was love at first sight but I have the sneaking suspicion he talked her into it. My father had a silver tongue.
[One he inherited, Hawke thinks with a smile.]