[ Hawke's been around long enough that at this point she's learned to take what's coming and not obsess over what isn't. This is not exactly a new thing for her; she's an adapter by nature and she doesn't really care that much for pointless endeavors. If something's a lost cause, like being stuck in another time and another planet with no ability to leave, she might as well live with it. She makes herself at home. It's not any worse than living on the dirty pathways or ditches, really.

She almost looks like she belongs here too, wearing casual clothes that fits in with the others here, her dark black hair already short so the slight shaving when she arrived didn't make much of a difference. Hawke dances as she moves through the festival, humming along and enjoying a drink, because for all she knows the world is over. She often finds herself drawn to the bizarre games that make no sense to her, and she doesn't even realize she's standing next to someone she knows at first. Well "knows" is a stretch.]

I've no clue, they've tried to explain it about a dozen times, and it makes no more sense than the first.

[Hawke assumes this has to be one of their kind, to be so confused, and she glances over to instantly recognize the Seeker herself. It's less than a second before she bursts out in laughter; another time she'd go whoops and try to run off, but instead, she laughs.]

Well hello there, Seeker. Did you come all this way just for me?