The Streets Are Dangerous Come Nightfall...

[wolfenris]

*Fenris was feeling entirely too restless to hang about his mansion, so he headed out to prowl around the city in the late afternoon sunlight. Vendors were packing up, noblewomen and then the lower towns folk were all hurrying home so as not to be on the street come nightfall. He however ended up on the balcony of Hightown, looking out over the

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[thebesttales]

[As much as Varric hated dealing with the Merchant's Guild, he found himself spending far too much time in Hightown anyway. The day's business done, however, he had just started back toward Lowtown and the Hanged Man when he caught sight of Fenris. A grin spread across the dwarf's face as he approached the familiar figure.]

Broody! Just the elf I was hoping to run into. Walk with me back to the Hanged Man for a drink?

[wolfenris]

*It was hard to refuse Varric, mostly because his questions often sounded more like coaxing commands. But it was on the tip of Fenris' tongue to refuse anyway, when he paused, thinking about it. Back in Danarius' mansion there was wine, and silence, and tiles that were beginning to crack apart. And tonight he was restless. Solitude would benefit him little*

Will it convince you to dispense with the ridiculous nickname?

[thebesttales]

[Varric chuckled and patted Fenris on the arm, subtly nudging his companion in the direction of the tavern as he continued to walk.]

It's going to take more than a drink to accomplish that, my friend. What do you say we throw in a game of cards and I'll just make it "Elf" for the rest of the night?

[wolfenris]

*The elf instinctively twitched away from even that casual touch, but the pat wasn't enough for the Lyrium brands to light. Instead Fenris gave a long suffering sigh and moved beside the dwarf down the stairs from Hightown*

I suspect that will be the best deal I'll get out of you "Dwarf".