"I've heard of you, Hawke - I think we spent some common time in Kirkwall, but I was busy drinking myself into a stupor, so I'm not sure." As it was, he fell into step beside her, lifting his arm to shield them both from the snow as best as possible. "But as far as I know, I'm not evil or anything. A little bitter, maybe, and more mature, but not evil. Where are you headed with your dead animal?"

In any other situation, that question might've been unsightly. Dead animals and all. But as it was, it was just a matter of course.