Hey guys. it's Eros! I know I shouldn't be starting another FanFiction since I haven't finished my other Nellis FanFic but with my sudden obsession with Fenris it is a must and I can only hope ya'll will love it! (I also know this chapter is a tad bit short but I promise they get longer~)

~Eros

Three years… Three long and painful years of running from the Imperium… And now, pausing in Kirkwall of all places, the elf would almost cringe… This wretched city smelled of drunkards, hypocrisy, and Lyrium. This place would make him rot from the inside out. Normally, the fugitive wouldn't stop in such a large city where he could be reported but with the Blight, he didn't have much of a choice, for now a least. However, that wasn't exactly the only reason he came… He knew that his former master, Danarius, owned a mansion in Hightown. That itself intrigued the elf.

Even though he could almost taste his victory against Danarius, this would be no easy feat… The man was a Magister for the Tevinter Imperium, there was no doubt that Danarius was not alone. Perhaps he should create a diversion and see exactly what he was up against? That seemed like the smartest things to do at the moment... But how? That was always the biggest question... How? The white haired elf scoffed to himself as he rested the palm of his hand against his forehead in an exasperated fashion. He had to get out of the streets.. Danarius was here, he had to be careful. The ex-slave would then grimace as he ran a hand through his hair, he was filthy... The last time he had taken an actual bath was about two months ago. He did what he could when he had the chance, whenever he came across a river or a lake he would do his best to rid himself of the sweat, dirt and grime but that would only do so much, and his sensitive sense of smell was driving him insane.

"Hello sweet thing..." A female voice rang out from behind the elf, causing him tojump and swing around, resting his hand onto the hilt of his sword, he would narrow his eyes at her.

"I am not interested, wench." He said coldly and frowned.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down darling... Don't you want to have a little fun?" She asked with a fake hurt expression, the man wasn't stupid, he had seen plenty of the disgusting diseases back when he was a slave, and he was not interested.

"No, back off." He hissed seriously.

"Okay, okay fine. Don't stab me to death... Well if you are interested, come to the Bloomin' Rose in Hightown... We treat our customers well with secrecy." The woman mused and nodded her head before she turned and began walking away.

The fugitive then sighed, he was exhausted... And he wasn't in the best part of town either, but knowing this brothel was in Hightown he thought about this closely. Lowtown was dangerous at night just like the slums in any other town with all the gangs and common thugs, did he have a choice? Maybe, just maybe, they would give him a room to sleep in without requiring that he take some services... He sighed and rolled his emerald globes before turning back in the direction the woman had went and began tracking her. The damn woman may as well left a blood trail, she was lucky no one decided to pick her up off the streets with how reckless she was. Once nearing a building in Hightown, the ex-slave look around, his gaze darting side to side, he felt nervous being in Hightown... Danarius was around here somewhere.

Gathering his nerves, the wolf slowly walked into the Bloomin' Rose, and he was almost relieved to see the tons of people inside, but the smell of sex and booze hit the slender man like a sledge hammer and the thought of vomiting never crossed him faster. However once he took a deep breath and settled his stomach he was able to venture inside... Almost immediately he was approached by a woman but his glare managed to scare her away thankfully. He slowly sat down at an emty table and sighed, running a hand over his fast in an exasperated fashion. Though he didn't want to speak to anyone, almost a minute later he stood up and walked directly to the bar to sit down. He needed a fucking drink...

"You new around here stranger?" It was a male voice this time, and the elf would crane his head to the left, a dwarf, he narrowed his gaze and nodded sharply.

"Names Anso... If you're ever looking for someone to hire I'm your man." He said with a grin, hand for hire eh?

"... What do you do?" The taller of the two asked.

"A little bit of everything, are you looking for anything in particular?" THe other replied, perhaps it was the elf's lucky day.

"... I'm looking for a distraction..." He said, and the dwarf would raise a brow.

"A distraction, eh? You don't mean using me as bait are ya?" Anso asked.

"No... I'm looking for someone who can clear out a group of bandits."

"Hm... I suppose I could find someone like that... What's your name friend?" Anso questioned, raising a brow, though he was very hesitant to do so, the elf would finally responded.

"... Fenris." He finally said and looked back to Anso before waving the bartender down signalling a drink.

"Alrighty Fenris, can we discuss my pay for doing so?" The dwarf asked.

For about an hour, the elf and the dwarf discussed how this would go, to which Fenris mostly lied about his reasons for doing this. It was no ones business but his own but eventually the two came up with a plan. Fenris had the coin to pay Anso thankfully, but he didn't have a ton of money either, but for what Anso was worth he would get two of the five sovereigns Fenris was currently carrying. This was pleasantly unexpected, a game plan to start his take down of Danarius... And that night he drank himself into a stupor, in hopes that this wouldn't take long.

Little did Fenris know, this little plan would change his life forever.