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Festis bei umo canavarum (For Merlin)
May. 29th, 2011 02:54 pm[Fenris is vaguely aware that Hawke would disapprove of this - killing someone on her behalf. Not that he hasn't already done so a hundred times over, traveling with her, but the situation here is different and he expects the distinction would matter to her, even if it means little to him. That, and she's not part of this; he's not mentioning it to her, not giving her any choice in how this plays out. And Hawke loves to have her say - if she objects to nothing else about this, she would likely complain of that.
To some degree, Fenris himself disapproves of this. Killing someone on orders from those in power here, with implicit threats if he fails to comply...it's all unsettlingly similar to slavery, and he's not so oblivious as to fail to notice it. It brings back bad memories...particularly of the Fog Warriors. Murdering the qunari who'd helped him, all at the orders of a master he hated, for no other reason than because he knew nothing but to do as he was bidden.
But Hawke's life is on the line, this time - and those threatening her are foes well beyond either of their capabilities. He can't see any other course of action beyond appeasing them...and he's done this sort of killing before. There seems little sense in balking now.
It takes a bit of asking around, but eventually his inquiries lead him to 851 Goldberg Street. He has nothing but his two hands, but that's been enough before. Granted, the lyrium was usually there to help. Hopefully, whoever this Merlin was, he wasn't any better armed than Fenris.
He lets himself into the house; knocking seems somehow inappropriate, given his purpose.]
To some degree, Fenris himself disapproves of this. Killing someone on orders from those in power here, with implicit threats if he fails to comply...it's all unsettlingly similar to slavery, and he's not so oblivious as to fail to notice it. It brings back bad memories...particularly of the Fog Warriors. Murdering the qunari who'd helped him, all at the orders of a master he hated, for no other reason than because he knew nothing but to do as he was bidden.
But Hawke's life is on the line, this time - and those threatening her are foes well beyond either of their capabilities. He can't see any other course of action beyond appeasing them...and he's done this sort of killing before. There seems little sense in balking now.
It takes a bit of asking around, but eventually his inquiries lead him to 851 Goldberg Street. He has nothing but his two hands, but that's been enough before. Granted, the lyrium was usually there to help. Hopefully, whoever this Merlin was, he wasn't any better armed than Fenris.
He lets himself into the house; knocking seems somehow inappropriate, given his purpose.]
