[Look, Lien, you better be thankful that the blood spatter staining your jeans belongs to somebody else and not you. Also that Fenris' favorite past-time just happens to include hunting down slavers. The surly look on his face upon discovering the elves (and Lien, to his brief surprise) is enough to show that, in actuality, he only enjoys the whole stab-stab, kill-kill part. Not so much the being seen as a hero part.]
[Still, his cloudy morals still manage to speak clearly enough to lead him into doing the right thing, and that's how Lien has wound up in her current position. State of the mansion aside, she's in pretty good shape.]
That isn't bad news.
[Fenris takes a sip of wine directly from the bottle. Hope you didn't want seconds, Lien.]
It's terrible news.
[He's not about to reveal whether or not he's kidding and to be fair, he may not have to. He's shown enough soft spots to Lien over their time knowing one another to weaken any argument that he would even attempt to make.]
You shouldn't have been able to arrive here in the first place.
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[Still, his cloudy morals still manage to speak clearly enough to lead him into doing the right thing, and that's how Lien has wound up in her current position. State of the mansion aside, she's in pretty good shape.]
That isn't bad news.
[Fenris takes a sip of wine directly from the bottle. Hope you didn't want seconds, Lien.]
It's terrible news.
[He's not about to reveal whether or not he's kidding and to be fair, he may not have to. He's shown enough soft spots to Lien over their time knowing one another to weaken any argument that he would even attempt to make.]
You shouldn't have been able to arrive here in the first place.