faderift | Try something new, they said...

WHO: Fenris and you
WHAT: Someone wants to better himself. Or something.
WHEN: Early Cloudreach
WHERE: Around Skyhold. Isolated corners. The tavern (there's a surprise)
NOTES: Probably a warning from swearing in Tevene. It's Fenris.

He tried looking at it every which way he could, but it made no sense. Well. It made sense to someone, he was sure, but not him. The book that was in front of him was being studiously ignored to make way for something more useful - alcohol.

He was feeling the lack of being able to read. He knew that as many could read as couldn't, but all of his friends round about could - and when he was out in the field, it would be useful to be able to read slaver's ledgers to be able to find out just where they had been - and where they were going next. But how did you even go about that.

Preposterous. He shouldn't even have thought of it. With a sigh he finished his drink and stood up, looking around, and thought about leaving the book behind, but tucking it under his arm. Maybe he would ask Zevran to help him.

Still. He was mellow as he walked through Skyhold at least. Alcohol had a tendency to do that to you.

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Kallian had heard mostly just rumors about Fenris, and what little Detlef had told her of him. The distinctive markings and general surliness made him intimidating to the shy little healer, but today, he seemed fairly mellow. A little more approachable.

"Um, excuse me," she said demurely as she came near. Her posture was still anxious. "You're... you're Fenris, right? Um, I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if I might ask you a few questions...?"

Relatively mellow. A drink or two helped with that, but he was in a good mood. A stranger coming up to him had him wary though, but, it seemed, not as wary as this woman.

"Why?" he asked bluntly. "Most people tend to keep away from me." He didn't actively encourage that, but he certainly didn't mind the effect he seemed to have on a lot of people.

"I... hear you're from Tevinter. Um. A former slave?" She wasn't pointedly not looking at his markings, her gaze somewhere near her feet.

"My mother was taken away by Tevinter slavers during the Blight. I haven't seen her since. I just... I don't know. I thought there might be a chance you'd know... something. Where she'd likely be, or what it... might be like for her..."

She blushed.

"...I'm sorry. I don't mean to be intrusive..."

He gave her a somewhat pitying look. He knew that Tevinter had taken advantage of the chaos to try and get an easy influx of slaves.

"Do you know just how many slaves there are in Tevinter?" His words may be harsh, but his tone was gentler than normal. "The whole economy is based on slaves. She could be anywhere." He gave her a serious look. "Did she have any particular talent?" That could give some idea of where she might end up, but this woman might not like the answer.

"Many." Her voice remained soft.

"She was a bard. From Orlais. Very beautiful, with the sweetest voice you ever heard. And... other talents as well. She was not very popular with the other elves in Denerim's alienage."

"The fact that she wasn't popular would probably work in her favor," he pointed out with a sigh. "Her owners would want to keep her around for that simple reason. She should be fine if she were a bard. She's valuable."

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