“No, worse. It’s true. Not much of a blank slate when someone can read your life story.” Hawke figured reading it would either make him hate her or ask for her autograph— Or both. Luckily, they seemed to be far, far away from Thedas, so maybe she had a chance to go a week or two without rumors flying on whether she drinks from a cup fashioned from her latest enemy’s skull.

“Take it from me, being the hero is overrated. Same goes for the villain.” She paused, shaking her head and shying away from that particular topic before she could let it linger. Too serious for her tastes. “Not magic, though. Magic never gets old.”