"If you knew me you'd be desperately hoping that you aren't," Hawke retorts, his smile faltering to smirk. While perhaps not a sore subject for him, watching his family die around him one by one certainly left its mark on the man.

He won't like that train of thought dampen his mood, especially amongst people he doesn't know. "Still, take enough money from me and you'll likely be seeing enough of me that people might suppose we are."

As he speaks Hawke shakes his cup with the dice inside. After slamming them back on the table Hawke tosses two gold pieces to match Asher's bet and sets his elbow onto the table, grinning confidently.