Try something new, they said...

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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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Fenris' eyes narrowed as he watched Anders, but he didn't not move forward to attack. This was too public, too open, and the fact was that if Anders now attacked him, Fenris would be the injured party. He liked that idea. Instead, he stops, staring at the other man, daring him to do something.

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Fenris had attacked... and now he's standing there? Apparently the elf has a small bit of brain power. The fact that Anders hasn't had his heart out of his chest is a win in the end, and while a small part of him wants to poke and prod and get under the elf's skin, he knows it's not smart.

"I hope that's out of your system now." It isn't. It can't be. The elf doesn't have that much control. But he can say it anyway, and move to walk away. He's alive. He'll continue to be alive and count that as yet another win.

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"No." It's a simple response, heartfelt. It will never be out of his system. Anders... and Justice were a danger, and frankly should be put down, but with all the champions he had? There wasn't a chance of that. "I don't know what the Inquisition were thinking."

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"A great many things, actually, and far more than you." It's calm... and a little smug. "They were thinking about their validity, and who would respect their authority if they didn't respect Hawke's. They were thinking about the fact that I am a Grey Warden and once claimed again by them the Inquisition had no authority there either. They were thinking of sparing themselves the headache that would come from rendering a verdict. And so on, and so forth. Really, this should be obvious even to you."

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"Hawke has very little authority outside of Kirkwall." Half of Ferelden hadn't even heard of Hawke. "Most people don't care what happened in Kirkwall. That's too far away. They do care that mages and Templar are fighting on their doorstep because of you. They do care that Tevinter slavers are swooping in and stealing their family members in the chaos you caused. Taking children from their homes because they will make a pretty sex slave for some rich Magister. They do care that there is a food shortage because of refugees that have left Kirkwall with no homes left because they were blown up that have ended up in their villages... because of you."

Be smug all you like, Anders. Fenris was not going to let him forget the consequences of his actions. Ever.