Hawke has short ruffled black hair, a disarrange beard, light tanned skin, having a right shoulder plates with clawed gauntlets and red , black vest, black pants, leather boots and red coat that hangs from the waist down, being a powerful mage he carries himself with reserved carefulness, having a sharp gaze and always wielding his bladed staff.

He leaned back against the chair of the tavern, having a hood that concealed his head, drinking ale and waiting on Varric, ever since the incident in Kirkwall, he , with the help of Varric has been laying low, last he heard , that seeker was searching for him, he had already enough troubles.

Hawke gave a swig to his mug when he heard commotion, he turned to the window and saw Varric falling on a mound of haystack, the voice of the Seeker Cassandra echoing on the top floor, he chuckled.

"You had to push her buttons didn't you?." his tone carried fondness for his dwarven friend, Hawked sighed, after he saw the Seeker leave , infuriated, he waited some time more and stood up with the intentions of checking on a still buried Varric.

"I'm coming.." He said in a hushed toned.