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"Ahh, well then I'll have two mugs of the summer ale serrah."

Serrah...only Freemarchers used that title. Or Ferelden-turned-freemarcher-turned-Champion of Kirkwall. Michaline knew she was pushing it, betting that the man that stood at the bar was him. Garret Hawke. But, he was of proper age, he had that look about him, he was a mage...her nerves tingled as she watched him closely. Could she really have found him so easily? Were the rumors of Hawke being in Denerim true? She couldn't belive her stroke of luck. Perhaps Terani and Haley would be alright after all. Her dual swords scraped against her armor as she stood up, and took a place next to the bar. She nodded to the bartender, and then to Hawke, her blue eyes bright. It was him. She knew it. She took a slight breath before speaking.

"I've heard rumors messare." Her Starkhaven accent was strong and noticable. "They say that apostate Champion of Kirkwall is rumored to be in Denerim, right now, in fact. Know about any truth to these?"

The bartender scoffed, thinking she was directing her talk to him. "Why would someone like the Champion of Kirkwall want to be in Denerim for? We're nothing special, specially after the Warden returned to Vigil's Keep up north." He resumed his cleaning.

Her eyes were trained on Hawke's face. "I see..." She said slowly. She knew that as Hawke looked at her, that he knew she knew the truth. She raised a finger as he started to reach for his staff. "Ah-ah, come now...we don't want to cause a big commotion now do we? What, do you intend to burn the whole city of Denerim? Now that won't be keeping a low profile now would it? I just have something to discuss with you in private, and I swear on my King Sebastian's life-blood that I would dare not breathe a word of the information I posses to anyone." She hadn't meant to swear a blood-oath, but at his reaction, she deemed it necessary. Besides, it was comon knowledge to most who knew the Champion's story that he personaly knew the King of Starkhaven.