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Year One Kirkwall: Fealty

That first time, he saunters in, glances around and nods when Janker hands him the papers they were paid for. “Clean, fast. Good work.” He says it with a satisfied nod in her direction and Hawke shrugs and nods back, out of reflex.

The next time, the job goes wrong but she gets her mark. He comes in swearing, slicing their performance into neat eviscerations until he comes to her and shakes his head. “Except for the new kid. You did fine.” She shrugs again but the crew agrees and she smiles a little when they slap her back and talk about beginner’s luck.

Another job. This time there are traps and she recognizes the trigger. What might have been a complete loss is instead a finished job and this time he claps his hand on her shoulder and she grins at him out of surprise. The crew spots her a drink at their local, after she walks Bethany home.

Once there was a mage. Hawke takes her out first with a carefully aimed blade from behind. Bethany’s barriers are weak in the same pattern. He hands her back the red leather wrapped hilt and buys her drink and they invite her to the diamond back game in the back room.

The next job goes so sodding wrong, but Bethany is home with Mother, so she drags her shadows up and continues. The mark is still bleeding out at her feet when Meeran stalks in. He looks at her blank face and grimaces. “This ain’t your fault, Hawke. You got the job done. Good one, alright?” He waits until she looks up at him before he continues, “Let’s get the Reds picked up and get gone, yeah?” He gets her drink and patches up a wrenched wrist and a slashed ribcage with surprisingly deft, gentle hands. She bunks in the back room when he points her to the cot.

She asks to go alone next time he sets up a mark and he shrugs.

The room is neat and her job is lying in his bed when Meeran collects her and the cargo. “You are a Maker damned artist, kid,” he tells her as she cleans her dagger and she looks up at him with a grin.

“Yeah, I am, aren’t I?”

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