@coraille
Barely a handful of minutes had passed since Fenris had awoken in Hive City. Disorientated, and confused by the information he was bombarded with, he barely took in anything that was said, only really coming to his senses as he stood outside on unfamiliar streets. Taking a moment, he composed himself, running through things bit by bit. After some deliberation, he thought it best to gather what he could based on what had been said- and to explore. A good place to start there may have been this supposed ‘home’ he’d been given.
There would be a board outside with their given housing, at least that’s what the peculiar man had said. For most, this would be a simple thing to figure out, but as Fenris found himself standing before the said board, a mish-mash of words strewn across it, he quickly realised that it would be far from simple. Slaves were rarely taught to be literate, and whilst he’d learned a little from Hawke, they had far more pressing matters, and well, he’d not had the time to expand his knowledge.
With an armoured hand tightening into a fist, a light growl left the elf. Green eyes desperately scanning the words, he merely found himself growing more and more frustrated as he searched. There was no way he’d be able to make sense of all this. Was this some kind of cruel joke? Not only had strangers spouted nonsense at him from what he could only assume was a magic box, but they now expected him to read where he was going. Of course he’d been in far worse situations, but there was something downright demeaning about having things thrown at him so blatantly.
Putting his hands on either side of the board, gripping it with unnecessary force, the elf closed his eyes in an attempt to remain calm. He despised feeling so helpless. Clearly distressed, and blocking part of the pathway, it felt as though there was little he could do...