Something borrowed

[It's a bit late, perhaps due to Fenris' own reluctance to give up something as endlessly useful and reassuring as a good quality sword, but he was specifically asked to return it, and he has no intention of going back on his word - or taking advantage of the generosity of the man who'd helped him during the zombie infestation. So, once he stops putting it off, he acts with purpose, picking up the phone.

The call is open to all listeners; he can filter such things but he doesn't usually fiddle with the phone more than he has to.]

Garviel Loken. [He's relatively sure he remembered the name correctly; he'd made a point of it.] I have your sword. I can bring it to you, or you can come to me - whichever you prefer. I live at 918 Bilko Boulevard. [He pauses briefly.] Again, you have my thanks. It served me well.

[Then he does filter the call.]

[Filtered to Kirkwallers]

I know Varric left some time ago. But who among us is still here? Anders? Knight-Commander?

I trust you at least haven't gone anywhere, Hawke.