"I've spent a lot of time gathered around campfires." He didn't even question what he was handed simply took the first jug, uncorked it and took a swig of what was inside. It was cider, tart but sweet on the finish. Hawke was reminded of night in the Hanged Man and his friends laughing around him. Maker's breath he missed them.
He knocked his shoulder against Hook's, grinning at him. "The best thing I've ever pledged my life for if I'm honest. What do I have to promise for a dark ale?"
He did truly enjoy the pirate's company. Others here were wrapped up in their technology but Hook still had traces of the sort of world Hawke was more familiar with. He was wickedly good looking as well. Hawke always appreciated a handsome face.