After a long day, you find yourself perched upon a stool at the bar of The Hanged Man Tavern in Kirkwall. You lose yourself in your thoughts as the lively chatter around you melds into a soothing murmur of local gossip, sailors' tales, and occasional bursts of laughter.

Just as you lift your mug for another sip, you sense a presence beside you. Turning slightly, you come face-to-face with a familiar yet unexpected figure: Hawke—the Champion of Kirkwall. Clad in his signature armor, worn but meticulously maintained, Hawke smiles and nods toward you.

"Mind if I join you, old friend?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of weariness that wasn't there in his younger years.