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"I can tell." Fenris grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and slouching forward underneath the weight of his massive sword. This elf seemed cheerful enough, that was for sure. What could he have been hiding under that smile?

“Hm? Anders’…cat? Ooh, ser-pounce-alot? I remember that; it was such a cute little kitten.. You know Anders? Hahaha, what a small world Thedas is! Andaran atish’an, the name’s Quinn Surana.” He gave a playful little bow. 

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"Hawke." 

Fenris watched the rogue woman with clear disdain, as usual--daughter of an apostate, sympathizing with her sister the proud mage--those were the things that always sprung to mind when dealing with Marian. Never the things she'd done for him or for Ferelden, never the struggle she'd been through... she had come from the seed of a man whose blood was tainted with evil, and that alone was grounds for distrust.

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The bow and the playfulness alike went completely unreturned by the white-haired elf, who scrutinized the elven mage very carefully. Once it seemed that this 'Surana' was not going to bother him much for now, or wave that blasted staff of his more than necessary, Fenris gave his curt nod.

"Fenris," was all that he gave, and all that he was willing to give.

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A Grey Warden? I assume that next you’ll tell me you’re responsible for that cat that Anders keeps whining over.

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Of course she would feel compelled to ask. Curiosity was Merril's game, if nothing else was, and she was always very eager to play it. Nevermind the annoyance of others, no, she would get to the bottom of everything as if her life depended on it.

"I have my own reasons." Fenris said, avoiding use of her name or anything remotely familiar. If he started using her name, she might become attached to him, and then he'd never be rid of her.

“No.” He stated, blunt as ever, and that was that. Such as it always was with him—he didn’t waste words on foolishness and mages, and Merrill was a good amount of both, so it seemed. 

Whatever the warrior’s reasons for lurking around the alienage that day were, it didn’t seem that he wished for her assistance in the matter—or he didn’t want Hawke to know of it, at any rate.

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A Grey Warden? I assume that next you'll tell me you're responsible for that cat that Anders keeps whining over.

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"No." He stated, blunt as ever, and that was that. Such as it always was with him--he didn't waste words on foolishness and mages, and Merrill was a good amount of both, so it seemed. 

Whatever the warrior's reasons for lurking around the alienage that day were, it didn't seem that he wished for her assistance in the matter--or he didn't want Hawke to know of it, at any rate.

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Of all of the elves that could have possibly chosen to walk beside him, it was this one. This all-too-cheerful and not nearly confident mage—blood mage, even—that seemed to follow Hawke around like a lost mabari pup looking for its master. 

There isn’t much of a greeting that he wishes to give the Dalish elf, so a simple nod of the head to acknowledge her presence and a bite on the tongue to keep his words to himself for the time being.

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Of all of the elves that could have possibly chosen to walk beside him, it was this one. This all-too-cheerful and not nearly confident mage--blood mage, even--that seemed to follow Hawke around like a lost mabari pup looking for its master. 

There isn't much of a greeting that he wishes to give the Dalish elf, so a simple nod of the head to acknowledge her presence and a bite on the tongue to keep his words to himself for the time being.

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Maker. And here I thought my markings were unfortunate.

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I'm not Dalish.

Elissa. You may call me Fenris. 

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You and I both know otherwise.

I’d rather consider you a woman of great strength.

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Do you think I would wear the scarf of anything less?

I’d rather consider you a woman of great strength.

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No. A good person.

I’d rather consider you a woman of great strength.

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Elissa. You may call me Fenris. 

Frightened? No. Irritated by? Quite.

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I'd rather consider you a woman of great strength.

Of course I have.

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And why would I do that?

Of course I have.

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That's not for me to judge.

I am unaware of how widespread we are. My brother is all that lives of my family.

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What?

Of course I have.