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[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is prone to extreme paranoia anyway, he didn't need the castle's help in this. He's currently pacing through the halls, muttering in Arcanum under his breath. Oh, and he's glowing. As much as he hates his lyrium markings with all his heart and soul, they are useful in some things. At least his way is lit a little, with a soft blue glow.

He's still thoroughly pissed off with everything, though, as he dictates into the journal]

And to what end will there be in plunging us into darkness? Does it perhaps hope to pick us off one by one, whilst we are vulnerable? [He pauses, listening, he thought he heard some magic going on down that hallways :|]

Maker I hate this blighted hole.

[[ooc: Open or journal]]

Comments

[ofkirkwall]

It's a mystery the world can never know. They may all faint from the sheer wonder of it.

[wolfuncaged]

Then you are doing a service to the world by holding your tongue. How noble.