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He was pacing, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. His thoughts were buzzing madly in his skull, driving him to move, markings flickering, every time he thought he'd managed to control himself again.

Danarius was dead.

He was free.

Hawke had saved him.

And he was...what? Still too cowardly to bridge the distance between them? Too frightened to bare his heart? The shackles were all in his head--wasn't that something Hawke had said to him once?

"Bah," Fenris muttered, pacing across Hawke's stone floor, waiting for the man to appear. The red token was grasped between his fingers, fluttering each time he moved. "Faste vas."

He froze when he heard the creak of a door, heart giving an unsteady lurch--but before he could so much as open his mouth to speak, the world flared white. Fenris hissed, reaching instinctively for his sword, entire body charging. He cast off blue-white light, brilliant in the dark and empty room he suddenly found himself in. Before him was a statue of Andraste. A candelabra had fallen in the corner, and darkened candles ringed her feet.

Hawke, and Hawke's Hightown mansion, were nowhere to be seen.