Maker’s BREATH, she was ready for a moment of quiet. A moment of peace. But she realized that that was not going to happen when she came home to find a note pinned to her death with what might only vaaaaaaaguely be called a dagger. If you were being polite. Or lying.
And no matter how she pulled, and tugged, and braced a boot against the desk, she couldn’t pull it free. So she gave up and yanked the note free.
‘Tell your dwarf to keep his lies under control.’
“... my dwarf?” Okay, she officially had no bloody clue what was going on. Or what exactly Varric had supposedly done to anger Fenris. And her desk really hadn’t deserved that. Which is why, note in hand, she headed over to Fenris’ borrowed mansion. “Do you mind telling me what it is Varric has done this time?” She didn’t bother with a greeting. He should have known she was coming.
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Date: 2017-11-19 11:06 am (UTC)And no matter how she pulled, and tugged, and braced a boot against the desk, she couldn’t pull it free. So she gave up and yanked the note free.
‘Tell your dwarf to keep his lies under control.’
“... my dwarf?” Okay, she officially had no bloody clue what was going on. Or what exactly Varric had supposedly done to anger Fenris. And her desk really hadn’t deserved that. Which is why, note in hand, she headed over to Fenris’ borrowed mansion. “Do you mind telling me what it is Varric has done this time?” She didn’t bother with a greeting. He should have known she was coming.