Fenris approaches the room, having come along later than some of the others, and thus, having no idea who he’s been shoved in with. However, he has one very firm rule about bunking with other people, and he makes this clear as he steps into the room that he's been assigned to. He’ll check with whoever is there, needing to confirm either way, before he can get close to settling in.
“If Anders is staying in this room, I’m leaving.”
He’d rather sleep outside. Or better yet, they ideally ought to make Anders sleep outside...
Nevarra City
Why is he here? Seriously, why?
Well. Fenris understands well why he’s been sent along on this trip. He’s one of those with considerable knowledge of the north, Tevinter in particular, which means he can be of some use here. Not that he’s entirely thrilled with the whole situation, though. Being up here, surrounded by the clearly Tevinter-influenced decor and statues, has him… uneasy. He’s feeling a lot of old feelings, the pent up energy and aggression that never quite goes away entirely for him… it just gets buried deep down, only to resurface again later. As it’s doing now.
As he walks along, he’s very obviously looking over his shoulder, looking all around, as if he’s paranoid about being followed. He’s back to old habits, taking side streets, doubling back around, moving in a way that someone would who’s trying not to be tracked. Old habits really do die hard.
He’s so lost in this tense feeling that he almost bumps into an oncoming parade as he leaves a random alley way. He gasps in surprise, jumping back and taking up a defensive stance, as if under attack or expecting to be…
The colorful, festive parade just keeps on moving by, everyone too wrapped up in their celebrations to care much about the strange elf on the side of the street. Fortunately.
Necropolis
The tour goes almost boringly well until it doesn’t. Fenris has been uneasy this whole trip, and has felt extremely out of sorts about everything. He didn’t think it would end so easily, but he certainly didn’t expect this.
When the first round of undead charges out, he gets right out there, sword cutting expertly through the brittle bones of the shambling corpses. But there are plenty more where those came from, and more behind those as well… “Why is this happening?”
He doesn’t necessarily expect an answer. The truth may be too unpleasant to contemplate, anyway.
Fenris
Fenris approaches the room, having come along later than some of the others, and thus, having no idea who he’s been shoved in with. However, he has one very firm rule about bunking with other people, and he makes this clear as he steps into the room that he's been assigned to. He’ll check with whoever is there, needing to confirm either way, before he can get close to settling in.
“If Anders is staying in this room, I’m leaving.”
He’d rather sleep outside. Or better yet, they ideally ought to make Anders sleep outside...
Nevarra City
Why is he here? Seriously, why?
Well. Fenris understands well why he’s been sent along on this trip. He’s one of those with considerable knowledge of the north, Tevinter in particular, which means he can be of some use here. Not that he’s entirely thrilled with the whole situation, though. Being up here, surrounded by the clearly Tevinter-influenced decor and statues, has him… uneasy. He’s feeling a lot of old feelings, the pent up energy and aggression that never quite goes away entirely for him… it just gets buried deep down, only to resurface again later. As it’s doing now.
As he walks along, he’s very obviously looking over his shoulder, looking all around, as if he’s paranoid about being followed. He’s back to old habits, taking side streets, doubling back around, moving in a way that someone would who’s trying not to be tracked. Old habits really do die hard.
He’s so lost in this tense feeling that he almost bumps into an oncoming parade as he leaves a random alley way. He gasps in surprise, jumping back and taking up a defensive stance, as if under attack or expecting to be…
The colorful, festive parade just keeps on moving by, everyone too wrapped up in their celebrations to care much about the strange elf on the side of the street. Fortunately.
Necropolis
The tour goes almost boringly well until it doesn’t. Fenris has been uneasy this whole trip, and has felt extremely out of sorts about everything. He didn’t think it would end so easily, but he certainly didn’t expect this.
When the first round of undead charges out, he gets right out there, sword cutting expertly through the brittle bones of the shambling corpses. But there are plenty more where those came from, and more behind those as well… “Why is this happening?”
He doesn’t necessarily expect an answer. The truth may be too unpleasant to contemplate, anyway.