“Someone who knows Hawke, elf, grumpy? No question about it, that has to be Fenris.” He told her, scraping his chin in thought. “Bet I know what he’s after.
Hawke was the only one who really seemed to know how to talk him down, they were close for a while, but she ran off with someone else.
I imagine he’s looking for her to try and change her mind, that or he’s looking for a fight, can never tell with him.”
“Oh good. Well, I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear he’s staying overnight.” She mumbled, frowning.
“It might be a good idea to keep an eye on him, but probably not too close. He doesn’t really like mages, and won’t like being bothered by one.” He grunted.
This kept getting better and better still.
First, getting stuck with someone so volatile in the first place, then, he doesn’t like mages, and now, stealthily having to shadow him,
when stealth had no place being used in the same sentence with her.
Ariane picked up her pace, trying to determine where he had gone, but without being seen, no possible way to understand just how strangely the night would go once she found him,
her cover inevitably blown.
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