A girl after my own heart. [Hawke has been known to use just about anything in a fight, although he doesn't need to in the ring since it's not to the death. She hopes she doesn't get rusty from her particular brand of creativity, with this as her only outlet.

She snaps her fingers and nods.] That's right, guns. [She knows explosives and the like, so to have something like that inside of an item sounds extremely useful. She'd like to see one someday, even if it isn't really her taste of weapon.]

This lass named Daisy said she could make me a sword, if I got the proper materials. [Hawke jumped at the chance. The problem is she doesn't know if there's any type of long blades around here or a blacksmith that could help her get the proper blade. The hilt might be easier to put together.] I might end up settling for a crude simple one. Doesn't feel right without them.