[Fenris does instinctively lean away, as if he were about to take off, but he remains where he is. He can't entirely blame her for her reaction. When he first arrived he thought he was in the Fade, then he thought he had gone mad, and then when he realized none of those were true he instead got lost in the confusion and overwhelming nature of New Amsterdam. It's a dizzying world. He's been here for a while already and he still can't comprehend half of what he sees.
There's a bit of an indignant huff at her questioning.]
I am not Dalish. [Heavens forfend.] Where is it you come from?
[Since we're asking questions here, he may as well get one or two out himself.]
no subject
There's a bit of an indignant huff at her questioning.]
I am not Dalish. [Heavens forfend.] Where is it you come from?
[Since we're asking questions here, he may as well get one or two out himself.]