Anders of the Anderfels (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wardennolonger) wrote2012-09-20 10:51 pm
wardennolonger) wrote2012-09-20 10:51 pm
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Two months was a long time; for Anders, it had been spent scrounging coin, calling in favors, and taking ship. Though he had often wondered if he'd ever cross the seas to Tevinter, he'd never anticipated it would be to rescue a resold slave. Thinking of Fenris was difficult for the mage; he didn't imagine the months had been any easier on him. In fact, he dreaded to think what his former companion had endured.
He still hadn't quite gotten over his disbelief; certainly the snarly elf was no bucket of sunshine, and it was true that Hawke's sensibilities were similar more to Anders'. But to think the man would sell Fenris back to the keep of his former master was... well, Anders had never seen a side of Hawke so cold. The man was usually so kind, so patient. When confronted on the matter, he'd so little to say.
IT didn't matter. Anders may have had issue with the surly elf, but he wasn't about to abandon him to a life of slavery. It had taken him so much time to gather himself for the trip, to convince himself that it was indeed the right thing to do.
And as he slipped into the servant's quarters of the expansive mansion, so far from home and help, Anders was still not without doubt. He'd payed off one of the servants to let him in, but he still needed to remain unnoticed. The Tevinter robes he'd swapped for his usual clothes granted him good camouflage in town, but he did not blend as a servant here. He needed to find Fenris quickly.
He still hadn't quite gotten over his disbelief; certainly the snarly elf was no bucket of sunshine, and it was true that Hawke's sensibilities were similar more to Anders'. But to think the man would sell Fenris back to the keep of his former master was... well, Anders had never seen a side of Hawke so cold. The man was usually so kind, so patient. When confronted on the matter, he'd so little to say.
IT didn't matter. Anders may have had issue with the surly elf, but he wasn't about to abandon him to a life of slavery. It had taken him so much time to gather himself for the trip, to convince himself that it was indeed the right thing to do.
And as he slipped into the servant's quarters of the expansive mansion, so far from home and help, Anders was still not without doubt. He'd payed off one of the servants to let him in, but he still needed to remain unnoticed. The Tevinter robes he'd swapped for his usual clothes granted him good camouflage in town, but he did not blend as a servant here. He needed to find Fenris quickly.