Fenris' mansion is right in the middle of Hightown, right where all the noble revelers are mingling and wandering to and fro from their various balls. There's no such party happening in his manor, naturally, and with most of the lights off, the building looks rather dark and foreboding in comparison to the lit up houses where the affluent celebrations are happening.
There's also a note posted to the front door, written in the hand of someone who isn't completely proficient:
"To thos who must endur the nobls and need a braek. You are welcom heer. Pleas nock. Evryon els, go away."
Lowtown: Hanged Man
Eventually, Fenris does head out, though he's among those pesky sorts who doesn't even bother with a mask, or with any sort of dressing up whatsoever. He's just very aware that the drinks will be flowing tonight, they'll be cheap and plentiful so who's he to turn that down? Besides, some part of him almost hopes that some long absent friends might return, just for the festivities. He knows better than to hope too much, but it's worth a shot.
He's also very much a creature of habit, so he makes his way straight for the Hanged Man, taking a seat at the bar once he's there, and placing his order. They're doing some kind of two for one special, which is all the better. He'll take what he can get. He's a lot more withdrawn than the enthused partygoers surrounding him, but he's actually not having too bad of a time right now.
Fenris
Fenris' mansion is right in the middle of Hightown, right where all the noble revelers are mingling and wandering to and fro from their various balls. There's no such party happening in his manor, naturally, and with most of the lights off, the building looks rather dark and foreboding in comparison to the lit up houses where the affluent celebrations are happening.
There's also a note posted to the front door, written in the hand of someone who isn't completely proficient:
"To thos who must endur the nobls and need a braek. You are welcom heer. Pleas nock. Evryon els, go away."
Lowtown: Hanged Man
Eventually, Fenris does head out, though he's among those pesky sorts who doesn't even bother with a mask, or with any sort of dressing up whatsoever. He's just very aware that the drinks will be flowing tonight, they'll be cheap and plentiful so who's he to turn that down? Besides, some part of him almost hopes that some long absent friends might return, just for the festivities. He knows better than to hope too much, but it's worth a shot.
He's also very much a creature of habit, so he makes his way straight for the Hanged Man, taking a seat at the bar once he's there, and placing his order. They're doing some kind of two for one special, which is all the better. He'll take what he can get. He's a lot more withdrawn than the enthused partygoers surrounding him, but he's actually not having too bad of a time right now.