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     âI count six. Three down by the campfire, two more standing just away, and another a little closer to the treeline.â Fenris makes a face, slinking back. âNo sign of Hawke or Aveline.â
As if getting separated out this far wasnât enough. Even just being on Sundermount sets his teeth on edge. Like thereâs something roaming the terrain just out of sight, something old and hungry that will devour them the moment his back is turned. Fenris does not consider himself the superstitious sort by any stretch of imagination, but still.
Hawke and Aveline can hold their own just the two of them just fine ------ he trusts either of them in a fight to watch his back and look out for one another. Still, the sooner they locate their missing companions, the sooner they can leave. No reason to tangle with a group of well-armed mercenaries if that time can be better spent searching.







