[A woman not won over by his glorious chest? He truly was far from home. If only Hawke had been there -- she might have laughed with him, saved his ego from too brutal of a beating.]

Well, I'm a renowned writer. Maybe they thought they could ransom me off. Not that anyone would actually pay for me. [Hawke would sooner chop the fingers off a man who laid his fingers on him, rather than pay a bounty. Everyone else would have sent thank-you letters for removing the dwarf from their hair.]

[Which... brought up an interesting point.]

I have a tendency to grate on people's nerves. Don't know how but... that might be why I'm here. [It didn't explain the girl, however. She seemed too... polite to have bothered anyone.]