[ Fenris isn't here looking for weapons. He already has several: a sword and a knife back at the campsite, and at the moment, a gun. After more than a year away from home, he's adapted at least that well. He wears his jumpsuit as comfortably as he used to wear armor.
Still no shoes, though. He's nearly silent while he picks his way through the wreckage, but not because he's trying to be. When he hears someone laugh and thank Andraste nearby, his derisive noise is loud enough to carry. ]
She would have done better not to allow you to be brought here at all.
[ He has to drop down a level of sideways-skewed lockers, landing half-crouched, to see her. Her and her staff. His eyes glint in the dark like a cat's, but it's hard to tell which direction they're pointed, the way they catch on that staff specifically. He exhales.
He's also adapted well enough not to dive right into calling someone a snake. ]
exploration (& sorry I'm late!)
Still no shoes, though. He's nearly silent while he picks his way through the wreckage, but not because he's trying to be. When he hears someone laugh and thank Andraste nearby, his derisive noise is loud enough to carry. ]
She would have done better not to allow you to be brought here at all.
[ He has to drop down a level of sideways-skewed lockers, landing half-crouched, to see her. Her and her staff. His eyes glint in the dark like a cat's, but it's hard to tell which direction they're pointed, the way they catch on that staff specifically. He exhales.
He's also adapted well enough not to dive right into calling someone a snake. ]