[ Dog has Fenris' attention again. Or his gaze, at least, and both of his hands, one behind an ear and the other under his massive chin. He is listening to Hawke, though, as carefully as ever. When he glances up there's a line between his eyebrows--deep, a small sign that he's thirty (ish, probably) beneath his otherwise unlined elven face. ]
I never met him. He died in Lothering, with the ogre.
[ Is it comforting or depressing to think that there may have been no way to save both of them? Fenris isn't sure. But he isn't trying to comfort anyone, so it doesn't matter. ]
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[ Dog has Fenris' attention again. Or his gaze, at least, and both of his hands, one behind an ear and the other under his massive chin. He is listening to Hawke, though, as carefully as ever. When he glances up there's a line between his eyebrows--deep, a small sign that he's thirty (ish, probably) beneath his otherwise unlined elven face. ]
I never met him. He died in Lothering, with the ogre.
[ Is it comforting or depressing to think that there may have been no way to save both of them? Fenris isn't sure. But he isn't trying to comfort anyone, so it doesn't matter. ]