[ If he was honest, he wouldn't have ever expected to wind up in Skyhold helping the Inquisition at all. While the Breach in the sky certainly concerned him, he had no means of closing it himself and the very fact there were Tevinters just running amok and doing as they please... Well, it was more important to put them down than to do much else.
While he was in Jader, he'd received word from Varric that Hawke had been through some ordeal and was on his way to Weisshaupt to help with the Wardens. Hawke's familiar scrawl was on the bottom, asking him to come to Skyhold to help and swearing there were even more "Tevinter bastards" to help put down. As much as he preferred to keep to his own agenda, Fenris found himself making his way to Skyhold all the same. Even in writing, it was difficult to say no to Hawke.
There's an interesting host of problems in getting there, but Varric assures him the mage from Tevinter isn't a magister and he's not terrible. Fenris doesn't buy it, but keeps his distance all the same. When he's not dispatched on his own to take down various wandering Venatori, he splits his time between Varric, sometimes going on random missions and subsequently drinking in the tavern afterward with Bull and his Chargers, and Cullen. He remembers him from Kirkwall and it's enough to know he doesn't hate him. Granted, his opinions might have changed from a year ago, but he's no fool.
And works too much. Varric is gone with the Inquisitor and that mage is in the tavern, so Fenris has little else to do. Josephine had given him a bottle of excellent wine and he means to drink it, but just before he pops the cork, he realizes he doesn't feel like sitting alone in the quarters he'd been given here. So, he winds his way through the maze of a keep to Cullen's office. And, as expected, once he just barges through the door, he's hunched over his desk scribbling away on some report or something. It's late, he can take a break.
The bottle thunks as he sets it heavily on the desk, his tone brokers no argument. ]
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While he was in Jader, he'd received word from Varric that Hawke had been through some ordeal and was on his way to Weisshaupt to help with the Wardens. Hawke's familiar scrawl was on the bottom, asking him to come to Skyhold to help and swearing there were even more "Tevinter bastards" to help put down. As much as he preferred to keep to his own agenda, Fenris found himself making his way to Skyhold all the same. Even in writing, it was difficult to say no to Hawke.
There's an interesting host of problems in getting there, but Varric assures him the mage from Tevinter isn't a magister and he's not terrible. Fenris doesn't buy it, but keeps his distance all the same. When he's not dispatched on his own to take down various wandering Venatori, he splits his time between Varric, sometimes going on random missions and subsequently drinking in the tavern afterward with Bull and his Chargers, and Cullen. He remembers him from Kirkwall and it's enough to know he doesn't hate him. Granted, his opinions might have changed from a year ago, but he's no fool.
And works too much. Varric is gone with the Inquisitor and that mage is in the tavern, so Fenris has little else to do. Josephine had given him a bottle of excellent wine and he means to drink it, but just before he pops the cork, he realizes he doesn't feel like sitting alone in the quarters he'd been given here. So, he winds his way through the maze of a keep to Cullen's office. And, as expected, once he just barges through the door, he's hunched over his desk scribbling away on some report or something. It's late, he can take a break.
The bottle thunks as he sets it heavily on the desk, his tone brokers no argument. ]
Enough. Join me for a drink.