“I don’t know how much you’re willing to, but I suggest embracing it. Say the markings are magic— which they are, yes? You could be a dignified bladesinger, they are champions of our people, and frequently tattooed besides.”
One hand moves high from the leafing indents in rigid metal, tucking a few strands of pale white hair behind Fenris’ ear, revealing the edge of those spotted markings atop his brow.
“Just...mind the monster hunters. Still. It’s a different sort of danger in the city than on the roads, and I have no doubt most everyone you meet will be more deferential than suspicious, but...” this is all new for Fenris, no matter how familiar. The reversed image of his own struggles in Thedas, he thinks.
“Well, the more distance between us and noble paragons of monster-slaying virtue, the better. Same goes for overly any inquisitive warlocks. They deal in demons and curiosity by trade. Two things we don’t need in our lives.”
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One hand moves high from the leafing indents in rigid metal, tucking a few strands of pale white hair behind Fenris’ ear, revealing the edge of those spotted markings atop his brow.
“Just...mind the monster hunters. Still. It’s a different sort of danger in the city than on the roads, and I have no doubt most everyone you meet will be more deferential than suspicious, but...” this is all new for Fenris, no matter how familiar. The reversed image of his own struggles in Thedas, he thinks.
“Well, the more distance between us and noble paragons of monster-slaying virtue, the better. Same goes for overly any inquisitive warlocks. They deal in demons and curiosity by trade. Two things we don’t need in our lives.”