"A romantic Templar who engages in bar brawls. It would be the best thing to hit the shelves since 'Hard in Hightown'. If you ever get bored with hunting mages and restoring order, you could consider it."

She chuckled, picking up her bottle of ale and finishing it off. "Only the drunk and disorderly. And the thieves and the murderers."

Hawke watched him drink, almost expecting him to react poorly to the drink. Eyes alight with mirth, she raised an eyebrow when he passed the bottle and she took a moment to savor the scent. It'd been at least six months since she'd tasted Antivan brandy, the drink expensive enough that she never felt the need to go get any until Isabela brought it around for their weekly game. "Well, I did bring the temptation itself," she said in reply, just before she took a slow sip for herself. It went down smoother than she remembered and then burned at the end, a tingle that had her smiling.