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Fenris left the Hanged Man and stormed back up to Hightown and 'his' mansion, feeling as though he had been kicked in the gut by a herd of horses.

All this time he had wanted to know his family, to reclaim his history, to feel like he belonged, like he wasn't just the ghost elf drifting around Hightown. Meeting Varania, he had hoped for so much, feared too, but with that excited kind of fear that believed despite the anxious feeling everything would work out.

Instead...

He burst into the house, practically running upstairs where he slammed his fist into the wall, breathing heavily. This was the freedom he had longed for? The family he had dreamed of?

Letting out a half choked sob the elf slid to the floor, cradling his hand and the wounds from the battle earlier and bowed his head.