"Wasteful. Was always the word I associated with it. But having travelled more I see now it's a class problem more than it is any one place." Here he is only freshly out of the rain and Dorian asks him for decorating advice? Fenris can't help but give a wry smile. A bit of black humor for memories perhaps only He will find amusing. "I doubt you want my taste in decor. I had the bones of Denarius' men littered in my foyer as a warning to any more of his men he'd send for six years in Kirkwall."
He casts a glance around the fireplace and snorts.
"Better to litter the bodies of Venatori in your front garden though if you want to avoid the smell. And deter anyone from approaching Before they get inside your front door."
The topic moves on to actually Improving Tevinter though, rather than humoring the broken men the system has created up until now. And Fenris falls silent once more. Listening. Sure, there's discomfort in knowing so many strangers live in these halls. But this is Better. This is change. Of a kind he's only heard people Talk about before. But Dorian is putting it to action. Hawke would like him, Fenris realizes absently. The thought warms something in the elf's chest.
"Who am I to turn down my host's sizeable charms and generosity then? Let us make me fit to be seen in your company."
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Date: 2026-02-24 02:45 pm (UTC)He casts a glance around the fireplace and snorts.
"Better to litter the bodies of Venatori in your front garden though if you want to avoid the smell. And deter anyone from approaching Before they get inside your front door."
The topic moves on to actually Improving Tevinter though, rather than humoring the broken men the system has created up until now. And Fenris falls silent once more. Listening. Sure, there's discomfort in knowing so many strangers live in these halls. But this is Better. This is change. Of a kind he's only heard people Talk about before. But Dorian is putting it to action. Hawke would like him, Fenris realizes absently. The thought warms something in the elf's chest.
"Who am I to turn down my host's sizeable charms and generosity then? Let us make me fit to be seen in your company."