[True story: Hawke can spot an authority figure from a mile away. Too many late nights running mercenary jobs in back alleys to really shake something like that. Her family had been starving, so the law didn't matter. You stick out like a sore thumb, blondie. Lucky for you, Hawke is still complete shit at being inconspicuous.
She grins, totally innocent, shuffling until she's blocking the view of the table.] A simple merchant's tent, Serah! All the items are safe—trust me, I've seen enough of the red lyrium market to last me a lifetime. Strictly legal stuff here. I swear on Andraste's fiery ass none of my wares are tainted. Just selling what I have so I can make a living.