The years all merged into one. Fenris didn't really care which year it was - all he knew was that it was another further on. Another one free.

He shuddered - he couldn't help himself. He doubted many people knew just what his tattoos were made of - there were only a handful who knew of his abilities, as he'd even fought without them as much as possible in the Approach, but if it ever got out - he was sure he would be the subject of much discussing, and experimentation. He wouldn't stand for it. "Because what Thedas needs is more abominations," he said wryly. "Obviously we don't have enough."