I think you're mistaking me for yourself. [Fenris shakes his head. He thinks himself far too intimidating to attract that much attention. The people who have complimented him are dangerous people themselves. Hawke, Isabela, Zevran, Anders -- but normal people? Why would they care for an elf who could rip their hearts out and who scowls more than smiles?]
But I understand.
[He will be your fearsome meatshield in the face of battle, Zevran. And rip out hearts when necessary.]
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But I understand.
[He will be your fearsome meatshield in the face of battle, Zevran. And rip out hearts when necessary.]