Hawke's on her way back to the inn from the fountain, spending much of her time carving arrows there, and she has them hanging over her back now in a sling she put together. Her smile is instantly bright and warm, giving the man a curious once over. "Nope, you're on your own, fellow, good luck! Watch out for the monsters. Only seventy-five percent of them will try to eat you."

She lets that hold for a beat before winking. "Sorry about that, I'm a twat, course I'll show you the way." Her dark hair is coming out of the braid so it'll have to be redone when she gets back, wondering if she should chop it all off again. She definitely should stop trolling newcomers, the poor things. "I was kidding. It's a smaller percentage of murderous intent than that. More like fifty."