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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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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.

You've got a point there.

[She takes another swig and passes it over. The bottle was full when she started. Now it's closer to half way.

Vie really should be more drunk than she is. The woman says nothing more and just... looks out over the Keep yard.]

[Hawke takes a swing but says nothing for now. His attention lingers on the Vie for now, worried about his friend's well being.]

So why are we up here?

A brilliant game of hide and seek. Congratulations, you found me.

[Her tone is a little bland, but she's trying for a joke.]

Or perhaps I've got a lot on my mind. More memories running through my head than I would like.

You really should know better. I'm very good at finding people.

[It's better than her sitting up here sulking.]

Memories you feel like sharing?

[She reaches for the bottle. Vie needs more booze.]

Did you see the trial?

[Hawke readily hands it over.]

Afraid I missed the fun.

Ah.

[And doooown the hatch. Vie knocks back a hearty swig and passes it back.]

Two shape shifters. Gashin, they would be called where I come from, but here I'm not sure of the term. For whatever crime, they fought to the death in the arena while a single guard knocked back any who tried to interrupt.

We've similar on my world. Only it's never Gashin in the cage, at least not against one another. Only ever Valei.

[Well not a whole lot left after that. Hawke only takes a sip from the bottle.]

After saving us they would have us fight each other to the death? Fantastic, I feel so much safer now.

[She's dodging the real issue, putting attention on the common worry within the Keep rather than the things that's really bugging her. How the hell does one say they're pushing for distance out of fear of losing another friend?]

I relaxed too much. I let my guard down.

[And Vie is angry at herself for it.]

...And I'm effectively breaking my own rules in telling you anything.

[Hawke hides his worry behind a humorous mask.]

Any good rule should be broken one or two or a couple dozen times.

Given that the punishment here is the same as home, is that really a risk I should take?

[Vie pauses.]

Though I never was any good at following rules...

A friend of mine would say that very same thing about me.

[Hawke looks out over the keep from where they sit. It's not really a bad view. It's a shame that Hawke doesn't have his map with him.]

There's no reward without risk is there? If I hadn't gone to the Deep Roads I would still be sharing a room with my uncle and his cheese instead of being able to support my family.

[Not that he has much family left to support. Fortune is one fickle mistress.]

[She cracks a small smile.]

You and that cheese again.

[Vie lies back as much as the roof will let her without slipping and turns her gaze to the sky.]

Risk and reward only works so far. One must be prepared to fall. You can't win every time.

[Things had been so good when Shad and the team were around.]

Sometimes you end up alone.

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