[Because this is far easier over voice. Fenris doesn't bother with greetings; just puts him on speaker, holding the phone up while he settles in bed.]
I do not know if I'd call her nice, Harlan. She could be kind, if she wished, especially to Merrill— but nice? No.
[He tucks one hand under his head.]
She was vicious. Ruthless. And frighteningly cheerful during battle, [he says with a small, rumbling chuckle.] I was walking home at night from the Hanged Man. Gangs aren't uncommon in Kirkwall; it was not a shock to be mugged, and I did not mind the fight. But they were more overwhelming than I had anticipated.
I had killed two already. One I stabbed through the stomach; the other's head was removed. But I was drunk, and they were numerous. Four were left. Two of them had me against a wall; one was intent on slicing me open.
And then there was Isabela.
[The smile is so evident in his voice.]
She wields two blades. She could have been done with them in an instant, but she decided to enjoy herself. She announced herself with a taunt, but they did not take her seriously until she had slit a throat. Then they released me, but ah, it was too late . . .
I suppose I could have helped her. But I enjoyed watching instead.
[Hm hm hm . . .]
Shall I tell you how she dismembered them, Harlan?
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[Because this is far easier over voice. Fenris doesn't bother with greetings; just puts him on speaker, holding the phone up while he settles in bed.]
I do not know if I'd call her nice, Harlan. She could be kind, if she wished, especially to Merrill— but nice? No.
[He tucks one hand under his head.]
She was vicious. Ruthless. And frighteningly cheerful during battle, [he says with a small, rumbling chuckle.] I was walking home at night from the Hanged Man. Gangs aren't uncommon in Kirkwall; it was not a shock to be mugged, and I did not mind the fight. But they were more overwhelming than I had anticipated.
I had killed two already. One I stabbed through the stomach; the other's head was removed. But I was drunk, and they were numerous. Four were left. Two of them had me against a wall; one was intent on slicing me open.
And then there was Isabela.
[The smile is so evident in his voice.]
She wields two blades. She could have been done with them in an instant, but she decided to enjoy herself. She announced herself with a taunt, but they did not take her seriously until she had slit a throat. Then they released me, but ah, it was too late . . .
I suppose I could have helped her. But I enjoyed watching instead.
[Hm hm hm . . .]
Shall I tell you how she dismembered them, Harlan?