His voice was incredibly distinct. The howling of the wind didn't disguise it from her sharp hunter ears. It reminded her of Varric, who she would know a whisper from across a pond. She laughed at his statement and shook her head. "No, we have people who could use it better than either of us. I just provide the death, they provide the life." So to speak. Carcass for cooked meat. It all seemed reasonable.

Hawke peered at him curiously. "Wait, are you ... not king? They said this happens sometimes, different timelines and all, but I haven't seen it myself really yet."