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Fenris seemed up for a walk on the coast, with Wanda and Marian accompanying him. They ran into Sebastian Vael, the prince of Starkhaven the man, who had put up the bounty on the Flint Company for killing his family, on the way out of Hightown. To their surprise, the man offered to come along for the possibility of collecting a few of the seedlings for the Grand Cleric and the Chantry garden. Merrill seemed thrilled about getting out of the city. She and Sebastian quickly got into a discussion regarding some apparent holes in the Chant of Light.

They were halfway up the coast when an arrow struck the ground in front of them. Their eyes went up to the cliffs, where men in Tevinter style armor stood.

"Hunters." Fenris growled, glaring at the Tevinter men.

"Stop right there. You are in possession of stolen property. Back away from the slave now and you'll be spared." The man said as it hit them. Apparently, Danarius finally decided to reclaim Fenris.

"Fenris is a free man!" Wanda shouted, glaring.

"I won't repeat myself. Back away from the slave now." The slaver ordered.

"I am not your slave." Fenris snarled as his markings started to glow.

The men picked their bows but Wanda pulled them down from the cliff as they fell down, while Anders threw a fireball, burning them, alongside Merrill. Varric fired from his crossbow and Sebastian fired arrows from his bow, shooting down more slavers before Fenris, roaring in rage, rushed at the slaves with his greatsword and cut through them. Wanda had rarely seen such ruthlessness, mostly with Hydra, although none of them blamed Fenris, considering that these were Tevinter slavers.

Fenris picked up the last slaver standing. "Where is he?"

"Please, don't kill me." The slaver begged.

"Tell me." Fenris demanded as he slammed the slaver's face to the ground before lifting him up again.

"I don't know. I don't know, I swear. Hadriana brought us. She's at the holding caves north of the city. I can show you the way." The slaver said.

"No need. I know which ones you speak of." Fenris sneered.

"Then let me go, I beg you! I swear I won't—"

"You chose the wrong master." Fenris growled before snapping his neck. "Hadriana. I was a fool to think I was free. They'll never let me be."

"More slavers in Kirkwall? We should stop them." Wanda agreed.

Fenris nodded. "The holding caves held slaves in the old times, but apparently they are no longer abandoned. We must go quickly, before Hadriana has a chance to prepare… or flee."

"Let's get Aveline, and get moving." Marian said.

Varric insisted on coming along. He claimed Bianca would feel left out if she did not get to kill at least one slaver. Aveline positioned a few of her guards to catch any slavers that would attempt to escape.

"We must be careful. There were many such holdings once, especially in the mountains, where individual slavers kept private pens. They were designed to protect against raids by fellow slavers. No doubt it's why Hadriana chose this place." Fenris said.

"We'll get her." Wanda promised.

"Let's hope this isn't a waste of time." Fenris led them inside.

They entered the cavern as they saw tables on which were elven corpses, bodies drained to husk as Wanda groaned in disgust and she was not the only one. Fenris glared and spat as he saw the bodies. "See for yourself. The legacy of the magisters."

"They sacrifice unwilling?" Merrill wondered.

"Is that so hard to believe? You're only a step away from it yourself." Fenris snarled, glaring at her due to Merrill using blood magic.

"That's not true." Merrill protested.

"Believe what you like. In my experience, mages always find a way to justify their need for power." Fenris sneered as he continued walking. Varric, Aveline and Marian narrowed their eyes, while Anders, Sebastian and Wanda sighed. It was interesting, how often Fenris seemed to forget that some of his companions were also mages and they had proved many times that they were nothing like the mages that Fenris hated. They went deeper into the caverns, as a slaver mage threw a fireball. Wanda shielded them all before Sebastian shot the mage in the head.

A moment later, they heard a young woman cry out for help as they saw a female elven slave. "Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" Fenris asked.

"They've been killing everyone. They cut papa, bled him…" The elf said.

"Why?" Fenris wondered. "Why would they do this?"

"No wonder the Maker left his children." Sebastian muttered.

"The magister…" The girl murmured. "She said she needed power, that someone was coming to kill her. We tried to be good. We did everything we were told. She loved papa's soup. I don't understand."

"Is the magister still here?" Marian asked.

"I…" The girl nodded. "Think so. The magister said they were to prepare for battle. I think she's very frightened."

"She has every reason to be." Fenris said.

"Please, don't hurt her. She'll be so angry if you hurt her." The girl panicked.

"This must be hard for you." Wanda said.

"Everything was fine until today." The elf snapped.

"It wasn't. You just didn't know any better." Fenris argued.

"Are you my master now?" The girl asked Fenris.

Under any other circumstances, Varric would have found the expression on the elf's face funny.

"No." Fenris stepped back. The last thing he needed was to take care of an elven slave.

"But… I can cook. I can clean. What else will I do?"

"If you go to Kirkwall, I can help you." Marian offered.

The girl's eyes lit up. "Yes? Oh, praise the Maker. Thank you."

She ran off as Fenris whirled on Marian, glaring, his face furious. "I didn't realize you were in the market for a slave."

Marian sighed in frustration, glaring back as Wanda sighed too. It was starting to annoy them how quickly was Fenris able to condemn a mage, despite that Marian and Wanda were not mages, considering how often they sympathized with the mages, in Fenris's eyes, they may as well were mages.

"I gave her a job, Fenris." Marian said, trying to keep her voice calm.

"Ah. Then…" Fenris stopped, having the decency to look ashamed, his tone awkward. "That's good. My apologies. Let's find Hadriana and be done with this place."

Hadriana seemed to have used the blood she'd drained to summon quite the host of demons. Varric and Sebastian took up back to back positions, targeting demons to keep the warriors from getting surrounded. Marian charged forward with Fenris, cutting down the demons as Wanda shielded them from the demon's attacks and Hadriana's magic until Wanda blasted her, knocking her down as Fenris was about to execute her.

"Stop." Hadriana said. "You do not want me dead."

"There is only one person I want dead more." Fenris sneered, about to execute her.

"I have information, elf, and I will trade it in return for my life." Hadriana said, begging look in her eyes.

Fenris scoffed. "The location of Danarius? What good will that do me? I'd rather he loses his pet pupil."

"You have a sister. She is alive." Hadriana revealed, much to their shock as Varric lowered Bianca and the effect of the magister's words on Fenris seemed to approach devastation. She apparently realized the same thing, as she sat up and her expression started to become more confident. "You wish to reclaim your life? Let me go, and I will tell you where she is."

"This is your call." Mariana said, turning to Fenris. Wanda was hesitant to trust the magister but ultimately, it was Fenris's decision to make.

Fenris nodded at her, and then bent down toward the magister. She gave him a hopeful look. "So I have your word? I tell you, and you let me go?" Hadriana asked.

"Yes. You have my word." Fenris said.

"Her name is Varania. She is in Qarinus serving a magister by the name of Ahirman."

"A servant. Not a slave."

"She's not a slave."

"I believe you." Fenris said as his markings began to glow. He shoved his hand into Hadriana's chest, and there was a rather sickening squishing noise. The magister fell lifelessly to the floor as Fenris got up, about to leave. "We are done here."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Wanda asked.

"No, I don't want to talk about it." Fenris snapped as he whirled on her. "This could be a trap. Danarius could have sent Hadriana here to tell me about this 'sister.' Even if he didn't, trying to find her would still be suicide. Danarius has to know about her and has to know that Hadriana knows." He gestured at the corpse. "But all that matters is I finally got to crush this bitch's heart. May she rot and all other mages with her."

Varric blinked as Wanda, Marian, Aveline and Sebastian looked at him sadly. Anders just glared.

"This doesn't mean we shouldn't look for your sister." Marian said, reaching out to put a hand on Fenris's shoulder.

Fenris shoved her away. "What else should it mean? Even if I found my sister, who knows what the magisters have done to her. What has magic touched that it doesn't spoil?" Suddenly, he stopped as he saw the faces his companions were throwing at him. Anders glared, while the rest, especially Wanda, just felt sad for him as Fenris stared back, as if he was only now remembering who was he talking to as he glanced at Wanda and Anders. "I… need to go." He walked away as they all sighed.

"An elven slave? Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Leandra asked as Marian and Wanda accompanied Orana to her quarters, explaining she was now a servant, who would get paid.

"Servant. Not slave." Marian corrected. "Her father was murdered, quite possibly in front of her very eyes, just this morning." She shook his head. "Because a blood mage realized we were coming to kill her, and wanted every scrap of power she could call up." He narrowed his eyes. "It didn't help her."

"And that makes you feel responsible?" Leandra shook her head, and then sighed. "Maker, she's all but still a child." She nodded. "She showed up with nothing. We'll need to get her a change of clothes and a few other things, at least. I suppose having a maid isn't a hardship."

Wanda just stared at the fireplace before Fenris entered the estate, remorseful.

"I've been thinking about what happened with Hadriana." Fenris said hesitantly. "Aveline and Varric told me that I…" He paused. "They made me realize that I took out my anger on you, undeservedly so. I was… not myself. I'm sorry."

"I understand. It's alright." Wanda assured him.

"You are generous." Fenris smiled. "When I was still a slave, Hadriana was a torment. She would ridicule me, deny my meals, hound my sleep. Because of her status, I was powerless to respond and she knew it. The thought of her slipping out of my grasp now…" He looked down at his hands. "I couldn't let her go. I wanted to, but I couldn't."

"I can't imagine I would have done any differently in your position." Wanda said, remembering Strucker. She herself would most likely kill him, despite promising to let him go, if she and Pietro ever got their hands on him.

"It's not easy discover your principles are less noble than you believed. This hate…" Fenris gestured. "I thought I'd gotten away from it. But it dogs me no matter where I go. To feel it again, to know it was they who planted it inside me… It was too much to bear. But I didn't come here to burden you further." He started to walk away.

"We're friends, Fenris." Wanda said.

"I'm not certain I know what that is." Fenris said as he left as Wanda felt more sad for him.

Merrill was playing cards with Isabela. "Why do you always win at cards?" Merrill said, her voice dejected.

Isabela laughed. "Because I cheat, Kitten." She glanced down at her winnings. "This trinket… it's elven, isn't it? From your clan." She sighed. "Don't bet anything you're not prepared to lose. Here… have it back."

Merrill smiled as she put the trinket into her pocket, then smiled again when Marian joined them.

Isabela gestured to the barkeep, chuckling. "A jigger of your finest whiskey for my friends over here. The Hanged Man's finest isn't much, but it'll get you just as drunk as anything you'll find in Hightown."

"And you'll wake up and find someone's stolen your trousers." Marian said as she and Isabela started to play Wicked Grace as Isabela shuffled her cards.

"That's when you know it's a party. I thought I'd have to watch myself around you, but as it turns out, you're all right." Isabela said.

"What do you mean I'm all right?" Marian asked, her voice full of feigned insult.

"You don't judge people. You're not afraid to get your hands dirty. You know, little things like that. If I had someone like you onboard my ship when the…" She coughed and took a drink. "Storm hit, maybe we wouldn't have been shipwrecked."

"Maybe you would have been shipwrecked sooner. I'm a terrible sailor." Marian said.

"Are you?" Isabela threw in her bet. "I suppose I'll have to keelhaul you till you shape up."

Sometime later, Wanda entered Fenris's mansion as he was drinking from a bottle of wine.

"Last bottle of the Agreggio. I've been saving it for a special occasion." Fenris toasted as Wanda took a sip from it. It was good wine.

"What occasion?" Wanda asked.

"The anniversary of my escape. Astia valla femundis. Care to hear the story?" Fenris asked.

"I'd like that." Wanda nodded.

"There are few pleasures greater than speaking with a beautiful woman." Fenris said as Wanda blushed. He thought she was beautiful? Wanda just convinced herself at the time that it was the wine talking. "Let's see. You've heard of Seheron? The Imperium and the Qunari have fought over the island for centuries, now. I was there with Danarius during a Qunari attack. I managed to get him to a ship—but there was no room for a slave. I was left behind. I barely got out of the city alive."

"I thought you were valuable to your master." Wanda said, confused.

Fenris laughed. "He wasn't given a choice. The look on his face as the ship pulled out was priceless. There are rebels in the Seheron jungles called Fog Warriors. They found me and took me in, nursed me back to health. I stayed with them for a time. Until Danarius finally came for me."

"You were with these Fog Warriors because you wanted?" Wanda wondered.

"I'd grown fond of the rebels." Fenris admitted. "They bowed to no master and fought for their freedom. It was… beyond my experience." He took the bottle, and looked down at it contemplatively. "When Danarius came, they refused to let him take me." He took a drink and looked down in shame. "He ordered me to kill them. So I did. I killed them all."

"Why would you do such a thing?" Wanda wondered again, feeling sadder for him.

Fenris looked at his feet. "It felt inevitable. My master had returned and this, this fantasy life was over. But once it was done, I looked down at their bodies. I felt…" He took another drink. "I couldn't… I ran. And never looked back."

"More Fog Warriors could have helped you, or not? Why not find them?" Wanda asked.

"Even if I did, I felt… unworthy." Fenris said. "I had no way of knowing if I could truly escape from Danarius then. I didn't even know what that meant. I simply had to get away. I stowed aboard a ship to the mainland and moved south… chased by my former master every step of the way."

"I'm surprised you took your time to run away." Wanda said.

"You have not been a slave. A slave does not dream of freedom, or wonder at possibilities. You think only of your master's desires, and what the next hour will bring." Fenris shrugged, although Wanda had a good idea. "It did not occur to me that I could be anything else until I had a taste of it."

"Don't the slaves rebel all the times? I've read many stories, like in Kirkwall." Wanda said. She had to wonder how long Fenris had been a slave or how young he had been, when they enslaved him. Had he been a slave since he was a child?

"The ritual that gave me my markings also stripped me of my memory." Fenris examined the tattoos. "Whatever I was before may as well have never been. Perhaps if I knew, I might have felt differently."

Wanda sighed. He started to remind her a lot of Bucky. "I… don't even know what to say. I'm glad you're willing to talk about it."

"I have never spoken about what happened, to anyone. I've never wanted to." Fenris said as he smiled. "Perhaps this is what it means to have a friend."

"Maybe more than a friend." Wanda teased.

"I… have never allowed anyone too close." Fenris glanced at his markings. "When my markings were created, the pain was… extraordinary. And the memory lingers." Wanda could tell he was reliving the pain as he looked at her contemplatively. "But you are unlike any woman I have ever met. With you it might be different."

"There was no one after you escaped? Or before?" Wanda asked.

"If there was someone before, I have no memory of it. After that… I didn't stay anywhere for long. I didn't think I needed anyone. Or wanted. Who would I trust? Until now?" Fenris said.

"I guess we'll just have to see it through." Wanda said as they toasted.

"Has he come around?" Marian asked as Wanda nodded, while entering the estate.

"Well, at least he's not lashing out on me or mages in general, although who knows how long will it last." Wanda said as Marian nodded. Marian went into her bedroom before Wanda saw through the peephole Fenris as she opened it.

"Fenris?" Wanda asked.

"I've been thinking of you. In fact, I've been able to think of little else. Command me to go and I…"

"You don't have to go." Wanda said, her finger on his lip. Neither of them knew who moved first but they then rushed towards Wanda's bedroom, ripping each other of their clothes as they laid down on bed, kissing fiercely as they gave into each other and Fenris's markings glowed blue.

"You are now mine." The mage said as Fenris was lying on a table, as they burned lyrium markings on his body and he screamed in agony.

Wanda opened her eyes as she got up and pulled the blanket to cover her breasts as she saw that Fenris had finished putting on his armor.

"Was it that bad?" Wanda asked as Fenris turned around to face her.

"I'm sorry, it's not… it was fine." Fenris said as Wanda stared. "No. That is insufficient. It was better than anything I could have dreamed." He said with a haunted look in his eyes.

"It's your markings, isn't it?" Wanda said. "Do they hurt?"

Fenris shook his head, pacing down the room. "I began to remember. My life before. Just… flashes. It's too much. This is too fast. I cannot… do this."

Suddenly, he started to remind her of Bucky. "What did you remember?"

"I've never remembered anything from before the ritual. But there were… faces. Words." Fenris rubbed his face. "For a moment, I could recall al of it. And then it slipped away."

"You don't want to remember?" Wanda asked.

"Perhaps you don't realize how upsetting this is." Fenris said with a haunted look in his eyes, turning his back on her as he looked at his hands. "I've never remembered anything, and to have it all come back in a rush, only to lose it… I can't. I can't." He sighed, turning to the door.

"I can help you." Wanda said as Fenris sighed, looking at her sadly.

"I'm sorry. I feel like such a fool. All I wanted was to be happy… just for a little while. Forgive me." Fenris said as he turned to the door, walking away, with Wanda just staring in sympathy at him. She knew she did not belong into this place… but she felt like she needed to help him. And he kept pushing her away.

Present

"A magister within the Free Marches, blood sacrifices?" Cassandra asked.

"Kirkwall does seem to be a city of troubles." Leliana agreed.

"We knew that before we started to investigate." Cassandra reminded. "Still the Champion took in an elven slave and the Witch and that elf…" She trailed off.

"The girl still works here as a servant, remember." Leliana said. "Last I've heard, Fenris was hunting slavers."

Cassandra sighed. "Let us just see what the dwarf has to say."

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