The black robes she wore over her well earned Mantle of the Champion armor was the only way she could conceal her true identity that she could think of without feeling unprepared for what she was getting herself into.  Despite all of her power, she was still mortal, and thus could die like anyone else.  Besides that, Giselle Hawke was too much of a well known icon in Kirkwall and beyond to risk exposure too soon, knowing she'd be flooded with countless people wanting to hear every sordid detail, if they weren't directly after her head of course.  Antivan Crows, mercenary companies she had wiped out with her friends, Tevinter Mages she had fought and defeated, blood mages she had bled dry in turn, only as a last resort, and countless other people she had made enemies of would most likely be present here in the Starkhaven Tournament.  Sebastian Vael was why she was here however, not as his capacity as a prince, but because they had been friends, once, before Anders had blown up the Chantry and everyone inside the building, at the worst possible time no less.  The event had set the Prince of Starkhaven off, needless to say given his faith, but she had tried to reign them both in to no avail.  Now that she had had time to think about it though, she couldn't really blame them for wanting to either die for their cause as Anders had wanted, or to put an arrow in the man's chest as Sebastian had clearly wanted to do.  The Champion of Kirkwall had stepped in to stop such needless bloodshed, but had she done the right thing?  At the time, so much was going on that it had been extremely hard to keep track of what choices were being made after they were made, but the city eventually tore itself apart, or would have if Knight Commander Meredith hadn't been stopped.<br/><br/>'Morgana T'Soni', as she was calling herself at the moment until it was proven otherwise, walked right by Jalen, the man in charge of security and offered him a brief look before turning her head away in case he recognized her.  She hoped not as she mingled with the crowd, enjoying the festive if tense air that was all around the city.  With Qunari at the gates it was hard to relax, but given her reputation and standing, as well as her achievements, she might be able to talk with the giant horned warriors and get them to settle their disputes with Sebastian.  Or was she simply fooling herself again?  Considering her luck with the Arishok, that was likely despite the immense respect she had earned in being honest and straight forward with the giant double blade warrior, before she had to kill him when he unleashed his warriors upon the city when he could not stand Kirkwall any longer no thanks to corrupt Chantry sisters, mainly a Mother that also wound up dead, two Qunari arrows in her chest and head, in that order.  Shaking her fire orange hair from underneath her hood, Giselle Hawke of the Amell family waited in line as the horns sounded, signifying the start of the games.  She wasn't here for the glory or reputation this event would most likely garner her.  She was here to stop another war short of killing the Prince.  No matter how bull headed he might have become in the time they'd not seen each other, that was one thing she could not do was to harm a hair on the faithful man's head.  He, like her, was doing what he thought to be the right choice, and she couldn't fault him that, even if it was the wrong path to take, as she saw it anyway.