Back to helping again. Hawke donned his armor, picked up his staff and set off through the city towards the strange sculpture young Isaac had said to meet him at. Apparently, he was off to meet one of the werewolves. Hawke was mildly excited by this.
And slightly disappointed when he approached the young boy by the statue. Werewolves were he was from were half-wolf monsterous men. The boy in front of him was simply that, a teenage boy. How boring, especially compared to his armored self.
"Hello, Serah Isaac," he said with a slight bow. "I've come to help with your spirits."