[ Fenris is not deterred by theatrics. He's tired; he's hungry; he never had much patience to begin with. He moves swiftly, grabbing Fate by the wrist. ]
Tell me how you knew that slaver's name.
[ His markings flash, bright and pale against his dark skin. ]
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Tell me how you knew that slaver's name.
[ His markings flash, bright and pale against his dark skin. ]