While heading to Hawke's house...

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[After getting the call from Hawke, Fenris had scoured his house and garage for anything remotely like the sort of two-handed weapon he's used to using. Sadly, Mayfield has very little in the way of mauls, battleaxes, or bastard swords just lying around the place. What he did find was a shovel. This is hardly ideal, but it'll do in a pinch, and Fenris is definitely feeling the pinch right now. Especially since his entire household is full of drones.

So, shovel in hand, he's been making his way through the streets to Hawke's house, killing zombies as needed but largely trying to avoid them; he knows full well that it's not terribly prudent to take on the drone mobs alone, wielding a significantly inferior weapon to what he's used to. But avoidance only goes so far, and he eventually finds himself surrounded by the damned things, fending them off as best he's able - which is slow going with a shovel, as taking even one out with such a weapon is a slow process that leaves him open to attack.

He could definitely use some assistance.]

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I would prefer that, yes. Properly armed, I should have little difficulty; I've fought undead before. [He's studying Loki, his manner not quite hostile but...guarded.] I don't make a habit of trusting magic. [The 'or mages' is not said, but implied.]

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[Loki sighs. This attitude is all too familiar. (Although not trusting Loki is a generally good idea.)]

One of those, are you? This isn't even magic, it's -- never mind, now's not the time for technical details.

But if you want to do the work, I won't complain.