Hawke's journal

[ For a very quick moment, Sam doesn't understand what Hawke means, before he remembers his bag at his side. ] Oh, well. It's... it's most often out of habit that I bring it along with me, you understand, but somethin' else's brought it out today. [ Sam knows that the notion is likely quite silly, but he simply feels safer when he walks around with supplies. He reaches for his pack and flips the top open. ]

You see, [ He tugs the lip down, peering inside, before looking back up, ] today's been my birthday, Mister Hawke.