Hawke's eyebrows rise. "That certainly was illuminating," she quips. "I won't argue about the indoor plumbing, but when you come from a place where the only light comes from torches or a lightning-based spell, you tend to be a little wary of the way some things work."

Last time someone changed something, a chantry blew up and killed countless innocent people in the name of vengeance. Before that, Tevinter magisters blackened something that wasn't theirs, created the darkspawn, and gave them the Blights. Forgive her if she isn't 100% sold on everything yet.

"Or whoever put this into place could be hiding mages. Anything is possible."

Hawke might not remember all of her life, but she does remember the truly terrible pieces. Her life is not pretty so she doesn't expect this to be pretty, either.