Fenris

-together, it still sounds hauntingly lonesome.

"Is there a town nearby?"

"I see..." He couldn't exactly be upset at this mage for wandering freely. This realm was not like Thedas where mages were kept in towers or other buildings under the watchful gaze of the templars.

The howling of the wolves start up. Though they bay at the moon -

Fenris has a baseline hate for most mages. This one... Isn't so bad. Yet.

"Hm." Fenris has paused, considering the path he should take. His gaze flickers over to the stranger again.

"What are you doing out here?"

Fenris glances at the stranger out of the corner of his eyes.

"You saw them?"

Fenris would rather avoid killing wolves. It's not like they've done anything wrong.

-well be safe from people trying to chase him down. At least for now.

And elves don't seem to be an enslaved race here either, which is another pro this realm has over Thedas.

Fenris plans on passing this stranger completely without acknowledgement, if possible.

Fenris is on guard, a frown on his face as he walks through the clearing, closer and closer to the mage.

His markings burn slightly brighter at the hint of magic that comes from the stranger's existence.

Fenris hasn't seen signs of Lyrium in these lands, so he may very -

-something different in this land. Fenris will not change his heading -- he isn't afraid, and he won't let one's presence effect him more than it must.

Fenris is traveling, and as he's looking for a place to camp, he spies the figure in the clearing.

Fenris' markings glow soft in the darkness of the night, and as he draws closer to the figure, he feels his skin prick and tingle.

Mage. Though they're called -

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What in all the realms is happening.

[Fenris is brooding. And drinking.]

Oh? Not cold enough?

Then you'll be glad these coming winter months.

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-approved of."

"Which was their prerogative..." Maybe not Fenris' favourite choice of Hawke's but... Fenris understood why.

"I stand by what I said. If you hid your plan from them, and had them do dirty work for you to see your plan through, then that means *you* knew it was something they would not have -

"Oh they *wanted* you to blow up the chantry? They agreed to help you with your terrorist plot?"

"Forgive me, am *I* the one who betrayed Hawke? Betrayed us all? You have given me little reason to think you different than any Tevinter Magister."

"You can understand why I might be distrustful of you."

Fenris is glaring, unamused.

Narrows eyes. If he had hackles, they'd be raised.

"... Ugh."

// Casually he/him, but I don't think he's too bothered about it. He wouldn't be offended if he were called other pronouns. He wouldn't like 'it'.

// As for exact birth location, I can't be sure, but he is originally from Minrathous in Tevinter.