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The mansion was still a mess. Fenris may have been a slave, but he certainly wasn't the domestic type. She stepped over some fallen rubble and made her way to the room where he normally slept. He was perched in a chair with his shoeless feet up on a table, holding a sheet of paper which she recognised as Anders' personal story held close to his eyes. She knew reading was still difficult for him. He despised anyone see him struggle with it though. When he heard her step (her boots were not made for stealth) he threw the page down and sat up, scowling. "Hawke," he said. "What brings you here?" "Varric said you were brooding again," she said, sh