Kirkwall Correspondance

(A letter from Varric to Carver Hawke, Grey Warden and brother of Garrett Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall. The letter is addressed to the Hawke Estate in Kirkwall, given us a relative idea of where the young Hawke is now residing.)

Dearest Little Carver,

I apologize for not writing you first. I hope it makes you do that ridiculous face you make when you're jealous; please write me your exact reaction, or I'll have Merrill do it. She's living with you now, right? I owe Isabela and Garrett a sovereign each. Never thought I'd live to see the day. (Or rather that you would, seeing as you've got- what- twenty-one years to live now?)

Yes, your brother made it out alive. No, I am not telling you whether or not he made an ass out of himself. And no, I will not tell you any embarrassing stories about him while you were gone. (Although if you bribe Fenris, he might. Just saying.)

It should be safe for you to return to the Wardens now, although personally, I wouldn't. They're currently trying to fix their mess. Right now most of them are either here with the Inquisition, out fixing their own mess, ignoring us in Weisshaupt as usual, or Mahariel. Whatever she's doing. I think I'll write her once Leliana's located her.

Before he left, Hawke gave me a letter of his own to send to you. I'll attach it.

Try not to ruin everything again

Varric

(Said letter is included in his writings. It is written in a laidback, crisp script. It's sealed with a coat of arms later identified as the Hawke-Amell crest, used by the Champion of Kirkwall and his remaining family.)

To My Darling Brother Carvy-kinz,

I bet you're wondering how I got out of this alive. AGAIN. Bet you're almost disappointed, eh? Guess what I had to do. Clean up someone else's mess. Your Warden friends' mess.

(Shortly after this letter was preened, we confronted the Champion to remind him calmly yet firmly that all anyone of import has done for the past four years is clean up his mess.)

It doesn't matter now, I suppose. But I'll have you know I'm headed to Weisshaupt. You'll probably be heading there yourself, soon, since Wardens give up their families and such. (THANKS FOR THAT.) But regardless... before you go back, I'd like to see you again. In Kirkwall. As infuriating as you are, I miss you, little brother. And while you claim to have spent your whole life trying to get out of my "big fat shadow", I think you, just like everyone else, forget: I'm just a person. Yes, I'm Champion of Kirkwall, yes I'm a powerful apostate, yes I'm heir to the Amell family, and, yes, I inherited all the masculine good looks in the family, but behind that, I'm still me. I'm still Garrett, your brother. I wish you'd see me as that.

(There is a small wet stain on the parchment that is DEFINITELY NOT ONE OF THE NIGHTINGALE'S TEARS.)

Now, don't go bawling. You're amazing, little brother, you've always been. You never needed to step out of my shadow.

You just needed to realize you weren't walking behind me, but beside me.

Don't let this go to your already fat head, Carver. You're still a twat, and I'm still going to throw all of your smallclothes into the canals while you sleep the next time you drink my spirits. (Those are a gift from Aveline, prick.)

I'll se you in Kirkwall, brother.

And I'll stand there at your side.

Spite and Hatred,

Garrett

(P.S. Since I'll be leaving for Weisshaupt, you won't be able to write me back. Serves you right, twat) 

(A reply to Varric's letter, also sealed with the Hawke-Amell crest. The script is scrawled thickly but carelessly.)

Varric,

First of all, tell my brother I spite and hate him, too. I spite and hate him with all my heart. Ass.

Second. I do not make that "face" when I'm nervous.

(We believe otherwise.)

Quit acting like I do. You're giving Merrill... ideas. She keeps trying to embarrass me. I think she's going to try and get everyone else in on it. I'm scared. Pray for my life.

I'm reluctant to rejoin the Wardens after Adamant. (Merrill says they were trying to use blood magic to help our- my- people, but... I don't know. I really don't.) Anders escaped, didn't he? Mahariel escaped, though she still serves. Perhaps I could do such a thing- serve the Wardens from afar. Be there for my family.

I'll be praying for the Inquisition to succeed, Varric.

Tell Lady Inquisitor Theodora she best not let us down.

In war, victory.

In peace, vigilance.

In death, sacrifice.

Carver