[ Fenris has been hunting for days. He'd got word of not one, but two bands of Tevinter slavers roaming through this area. He can see why: a dense forest surrounds the bustling town on its edge. Easy to get lost in. Easy to get caught in.
He's killed a few of them already. Left the bodies where they were, brutalized and gory--warnings to their comrades. So he hoped, anyway, but these groups were more robust than he'd anticipated. He's foregone sleep, eaten only when he couldn't stand the cramps in his stomach, and spoken only to curse the corpses at his feet.
This scene, however, he comes across by accident. He'd been following trails, trying to locate their camps, and it seems he's come face to face with his quarry instead. Them, and their quarry, too.
Fenris doesn't care to investigate. Tevinter is Tevinter.
He leaps down from the trees, greatsword following, and guts the man with his hand in the Dalish elf's hair. Swift, merciless, and with no words exchanged. Once he feels the body crumple, he yanks his blade free and turns on the rest.
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He's killed a few of them already. Left the bodies where they were, brutalized and gory--warnings to their comrades. So he hoped, anyway, but these groups were more robust than he'd anticipated. He's foregone sleep, eaten only when he couldn't stand the cramps in his stomach, and spoken only to curse the corpses at his feet.
This scene, however, he comes across by accident. He'd been following trails, trying to locate their camps, and it seems he's come face to face with his quarry instead. Them, and their quarry, too.
Fenris doesn't care to investigate. Tevinter is Tevinter.
He leaps down from the trees, greatsword following, and guts the man with his hand in the Dalish elf's hair. Swift, merciless, and with no words exchanged. Once he feels the body crumple, he yanks his blade free and turns on the rest.
He pauses only to glance at the now-freed elf. ]
Run, or make yourself useful.
[ It doesn't matter which. ]