"I'll draw their attention, if need be. Fire might be all that works, but you can do some damage before they realise you're there."

It's worked well for them before, even if the battles have been far closer than he'd like. Still beats Kirkwall, though. Hawke nods, expression firm.

"As always."

Hawke approaches the corner, edging closer and closer when --

"-- Oh thank the Maker."

He rushes forward, arms open. Plural. Sorry, Nate.