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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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[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.

[Hawke is just going to assume that's a compliment and keep going. The pace is slow and steady but sure enough he's almost there. Unfortunately one of his handholds doesn't turn out to be as sturdy as he thinks. The part of the wall crumbles and his hand swings free. Hawke barely manages to hang on with his other hand.

With a desperate flail Hawke grabs the edge and hauls himself up. The way he's grinning you wouldn't think he nearly died.]

Well that was exciting!

[Her heart is in her throat, panic in her expression when he damn near falls to his death.]

Hawke!

[But then he steadies himself, catches the edge and pulls himself up and the panic eases off. Though he grins, she frowns at him still. Vie punches Hawke in the arm.]

You almost fell.

[Hawke you naughty boy.]

[Why always with the punching? Save that for when he actually falls. The grin doesn't go away though.]

Almost being the keyword. I knew I was going to make it.

[She hits because she loves. Besides, she was worried. That's reason enough for a punch in the arm.]

Your confidence will be the end of you.

[It's not a threat, just another hint of concern.]

And now you're here. What is it you want?

I'd do meek if I could but I don't think it suits me.

[He doesn't seem to be the slightest bit bothered by her statement.]

Wouldn't mind a sip from that bottle if there's still something left.

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