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It was late, far later than most liked to train, but Fenris found a certain peace on the training grounds at night. He liked the solitude amongst the constant bustle of the Inquisition. His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching and he paused in the middle of a drill. For the briefest instants, his marks flared to life, illuminating him and his immediate area with Lyrium's distinctive blue glow. They died back down once he identified who was approaching him.
"Inquisitor." His voice was as welcoming as he got, head tilting slightly as he replaced his massive sword on his back.












