"I need your help." The sudden declaration startled Hawke, who dropped the dagger she was polishing. She looked up to see Anders standing above her, shifting from one foot to the other, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. She raised an eyebrow at him as she reached down to retrieve her knife from the dusty floor. Her brow furrowed in annoyance as she noticed bits of dirt clinging to the newly shined blade.
"What now?" She asked, brushing the dust from the dagger. "Let me guess: kittens need rescuing? Little old lady needs help up a ladder? Isabela fell into the sewersagain?"
"Ha ha, very funny." A touch of sarcasm entered the blonde mage's voice. "Actually, it's a more serious request. As in life or death."
That caught Hawke's attention and she looked up again from her blade. The look on Anders' face told her that this was indeed a matter of no small importance. She put the knife aside and leaned her elbows on her knees, bracing herself for whatever he was going to say next. "Go on."
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