Hawke is a bit worried about the price on his head. It is understandable. He is very visible and many more than just the Guild of Villains are looking for him now. The Constables blame him for the drow strike and are looking for him, too. He gives voice to his concerns, “It’s getting hard for me to get about without bumping into to trouble. Two groups tried to capture me just this morning.”
Shaddar advises him to no longer risk himself in public. “If you deem the risk too great, then by all means, remain in the shadows. It does us no good for you to put yourself at risk needlessly.”
“I’m worried that this Guildmaster won’t know who to fight,” Hawke grumbles. “We don’t want her challenging me directly – that’d do us no good.”
“The Guildmaster will know us better soon enough, have no fear of that! Another good reason for you to blend in for a while.” Hakwe nods and leaves to arrange his new and lengthier communication chain.
“A ready-made patsy, should I find myself in need of one,” Shaddar thinks with morbid satisfaction. “Yes, I must keep my options open.”
Shaddar advises him to no longer risk himself in public. “If you deem the risk too great, then by all means, remain in the shadows. It does us no good for you to put yourself at risk needlessly.”
“I’m worried that this Guildmaster won’t know who to fight,” Hawke grumbles. “We don’t want her challenging me directly – that’d do us no good.”
“The Guildmaster will know us better soon enough, have no fear of that! Another good reason for you to blend in for a while.” Hakwe nods and leaves to arrange his new and lengthier communication chain.
“A ready-made patsy, should I find myself in need of one,” Shaddar thinks with morbid satisfaction. “Yes, I must keep my options open.”