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[Sitting on a ledge part way up one of the towers is Vie, her Journal in one hand and a half consumed bottle of liquor in the other. Since the trial she's been keeping quiet, avoiding the crowd and deliberately making herself scarce. There was a lot on her mind, and the trial had proven to be the shock her relaxed had been waiting for. A reminder that this place was not safe, and that it's people were just as much a risk as the ones she knew from home.

Journal open, she skims the page before muttering in her native tongue.]

It would seem no matter where I go, nothing changes. The same corruption lingers.

My question to you, all of you, is a matter of species. What are you? Where do you come from? How alike is this world to your own?

[That's it. Vie falls silent. Anyone walking around outside might notice the girl sitting on the tower ledge, but try to get close and she'll climb away.]

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[She's trying to be serious, Hawke. B|]

I should have expected an answer like that from you.

[What's your point?]

Damn I'm becoming predictable.

Quickly then, you'd best answer the rest of my questions with something surprising.

[She sounds a little brighter, but it's nothing like the usual upbeat Vie.]

Careful what you ask for. What I say next might just blow your mind.

[Somethings wrong with her, if only he knew where she is.]

I'll get a good grip of the wall then before you reply. Falling would do me no good.

[She's still mending from the last time she fell.]

[Why thank for the hint Vie, now he has an idea where to start looking for you.]

You do that. There's not telling what my rapier wit will come up with.

[And for that, she'll be taking a swig of her drink and looking for a higher point to hide at.]

You've not told me about your home, or what you really are, for that matter. And don't say Champion, either.

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Kirkwall? Oh it's not too exciting. Qunari invasions, crazy mages, crazier templars, you know the usual things. I just clean up after everyone's mess.

[Too late Vie! A certain Champion spies you scaling up that tower and he's headed your way.]

[Well ffffffffff. Vie switches to Common and hangs from the side of the building as she replies.]

That actually doesn't sound very different to where I'm from.

[And she pulls herself up onto the next ledge and out of sight. Once there, Vie sits and continues.]

Clan invasions, crazy Yern, crazier Gashin. Only I tend to avoid the mess.

If only I was that smart.

[Hawke steps up to the tower and scratches his beard for a moment, and then he begins to climb.]

You don't seem the type to keep out of the fra--

[Oh hey, Hawke? She sees you climbing.]

What are you doing?

Climbing!

[Having put his journal away he has to shout now.]

[And peering over the edge to yell back.]

Don't be foolish, Hawke. You'll fall and break your neck!

I've had worse!

[Inch by inch he makes he way up. Well this isn't too bad.]

Hawke. Stop!

[Totally frowning at him now.]

You're not Valei. You can't climb like I do.

But I can climb like I do!

[His logic is undeniable! And he's getting closer Vie...it's at a snail's pace but he's still getting closer!]

That's exactly what I'm worried about.

[Vie makes an annoyed sound when he continues to climb.]

Can't you see that I'm trying to stay away from people? Don't make me climb higher.

What? I used to climb plenty of trees when I was a boy. This is nothing.

[Actually this is nothing like he's used to, but there's no way he's going to let her sit up there and sulk all day.]

Then it's a good thing I'm not just anyone.

You're slow and your footing is not as good as it should be. Focus more on what you're doing than on reaching me.

[She knows now he's not going to stop, so better to make sure he doesn't die trying to reach her.]

And a wall is not a tree.

But it's tall like a tree so close enough.

[Look he's halfway there!]

[Internal facepalm is go. Vie shakes her head.]

I can come down, if it'll stop you from continuing this foolishness.

What? But I'm halfway there already.

[He's totally got this Vie, relax.]

...

[Vie admits defeat.]

Do not fall.

[They all do in the end.]

Please, have some faith would you?

[Now stay there while he shimmies the rest of the way.]

[She doesn't reply, merely shifts back from the edge to sit on the rooftop proper. When he finally gets up there, she'll offer a hand to pull him onto the ledge.]

Mar durask.

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