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Looking up from his empty tankard ( piss poor ale tonight, really, hardly worth drinking ), the Iron Bull’s peripheral vision caught sight of a familiar figure. Familiar not so much in that they had shared words, but in that he had seen the man, both atop the ramparts at Skyhold, and close to his flank in battle. There were also the stories, tales of heroism and... more. Bull wasn’t sure the man named Hawke was so much proud of those stories, as he was haunted by them. The Merc could relate. And It was as good a reason as any to satisfy the Qunari’s Spy Instincts curiosity. Lifting an arm, Bull gestured to the other man. “--Eyy, Hawke, right?” He indicated the chair across from him, a clear invitation. “...They tell me you’re pretty good at kicking Qunari ass.”
