HAWKE TURNS AS SHE IS ADDRESSED — vaguely, and on the borderline of a stutter, but still a call to the title nonetheless — casting her bright eyes down to the caller in question: a young man, sharp in the jaw and steeled in the eye, donned in what’s got to be the most cartoonishly bulky armor she’s ever seen.
❛ —— MM. among many other things. ❜ she examines the material of her coat, turning an arm over and beginning to casually brush a hand over it for dirt. ❛ an athiest, a heathen, a bloodsucking she - demon, a sex criminal, and a late riser, to name a few. ❜
she pauses. then, as if on a dime, she melts into a very sweet, very honeyed posture, grin splitting up her freckled cheeks.
❛ but, yes. according to witness encounters, documented instances of incidental heroism, and within your own keen observation, i have been known to champ every once in a while. ❜
krem stares for a long moment, taken aback, before he LAUGHS. it’s a low, easy sound. genuine and delighted. she’s definitely not anything like he’d expected. nor like varric’s book painted her. though he supposes he can’t judge her ENTIRE personality off a few brief moments.
❛ it’s– an honor to meet you, ❜ he says when the laughter subsides. ❛ i didn’t figure the champion would show up at something like the inquisition. i’m cremisius aclassi. lieutenant for the bull’s chargers, a mercenary company. ❜ he extends a hand to her, a smile still playing at the corners of his lips.
@honeycut liked for a KREM starter
krem wouldn’t say he’s star-struck. it’s not that, exactly. only– the tale of the champion– once upon a time, he’d stumbled across a copy, asked the chief to teach him how to read it. he’d stumbled his way through page after page of her story and– and now she’s RIGHT THERE.
stepping forward, he clears his throat uncertainly. ❛ champion?? ❜ andraste’s tits. he definitely sounds star-struck. ❛ you’re, uh, you’re the champion, right?? ❜