Jacob nodded at Hawke's words, and remained silent as they continued on through Low Town, the City Gates and out onto the Coast. Perhaps he should apologise to the Captain, after all she had had to put up with a lot from him. He found it hard to speak to people about his problems, particularly the other guards, who all seemed to enjoy the job and the duties it entailed despite the long hours, particularly since Aveline took over. How do you tell such people you find the lives they lead boring without causing grave offence, and how do you tell them you feel you should be doing something better with your own life without sounding arrogant?<br/><br/>As they moved further from the city along the familiar coast road he naturally placed his sword hand on the hilt, looking either side of him, wary for an ambush, yet reluctant to look like a complete amateur. Trying to give off a sense of being relaxed despite the threat, he spoke up, this time surprisingly eloquent compared to his prior standards. His accent was a heavy Ferelden drawl, perhaps more noticeable now due to the higher volume he projected, "I've always been...curious about the Qunari. They always seem so very different to us, more so than the differences between Elves, Dwarves and Humans. Everything right down to the way they think seems strange, well, everything people say about them, as by accounts they say little of themselves."<br/><br/>Hearing a rustling in a set of bushes to his left he quietened down and turned his gaze on it momentarily to ascertain there was no threat, before continuing, "This isn't mentioning their treatment of mages or of conquered peoples...." he sighed, "My Father always says that to beat an enemy you must understand them. If that is the truth, with these Qunari we are well and truly buggered!" Chuckling to show the words' intent, his face fell into a deep frown, and he walked on in silence, contemplating the nature of the Qunari, or perhaps something else entirely.