Fenris was walking around in circles in Denarius' abandoned Hightown mansion, with the pages from the book he did not recall extracting in his hands. It was the key to remembering his past... so many years have passed and it still remained unanswered. Now that a certain degree of trust has been established with Hawke, should he ask him to reveal the document's secrets? It's hard to believe that a book found in a magister's library would contain material that is not shady and wicked in some way. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door and hastily grabbed his sword as a precaution. It was Varric. Fenris hastily unwielded his weapon as he opened the door and apologized for the rudeness.

''Well isn't someone jittery'', mocked the dwarf. ''Listen, Hawke is in need of your assistance. Has something to do with kicking mercenary ass I am told. Should be fun''

''Varric, take a look at these'', Fenris mumbled, handing him the sheets.

''Well would you look at that. Never took you for the kind to sit in a shady corner and have yourself a blast with a pile of ancient manuscripts, elf. Only the kind to sit in a shady corner and... well, sit in a shady corner''

''Can you read it?'' asked Fenris, impatiently.

Varric sighed and said in exasperation: ''Andraste's holy knickers, Fenris. Why in Maker's name would a dwarf speak a word of elvish? Even the elves don't!''

''Varric! Fenris!'', shouted a voice from afar. Fenris grabbed the documents and hid them swiftly.

Merrill, who was walking towards the elven alienage and noticed them, turned in Fenris' direction and added, amusingly: ''You look even more gloomy than usual, what is it now?''

Fenris was irritated by the blood mage's inquiry and decided not to respond. They all began walking towards Gamlen's house.

Varric chuckled. "When did you get all insightful, daisy? The guy is a perpetual frowner"

"I'm surprisingly sensitive! Besides, I can tell when he's happy. His scowl is a little less... scowly"

"Well that's a dainty exercise. Oh, lookie there. Now it just changed into a tranquil fury", Varric observed.

"According to old Dalish legends, in the forgotten ages, the ancient elves were a magically talented race of druids that lived in harmony with the natural world. They were enlightened mystic people who were pacifists and empaths. Their understanding of emotion and expertise of social reading must have been passed down to the modern Dalish people!"

Fenris rolled his eyes back and gave Merrill a death glare.

''What? Do I have something on my face?''

''Not yet'', he responded.

"Pointy-eared smugness comes in multiple flavours", jested Varric.

It then occurred to Fenris that Merrill's former keeper might be able to translate the pages that are potentially holding the truth about his past and identity, and decided that he would make his move when in a mission in the Sundermount area.