"How'd you get this?"
Scars
He was resting in the mansion without his armor on for once. There wasn’t really a reason to wear it when he was home, but it had taken a lot of getting used to. Having the others over helped. Fenris was curled up in a window seat when Sebastian spoke. The elf looked up at the man, who was looking down at his exposed shoulder. Ah, that. Fenris cleared his throat and put a marker in his book.
“That was... From Seheron. Actually, that was the wound that I received before Danarius left me on the beach. I suppose I would still be in Tevinter if not for this...” he mused, looking over the angry scar. The wound had been a deep one, running over his collar bone and to the edge of his shoulder. Most of the time, it was hidden by his armor.
