With all the burning and pillaging and unstoppable disease spreading doesn't really require a high level of intelligence, but-- [ Wait, hold on, his explanation of Centaganda garners a curious look. ] Crazy things? Like what?

[ Ah, but the waiter is dropping back by the table now and Hawke will pauses long enough to turn her attention that way, to get in a drink order. As it turns out, she's a beer kind of lady. ]