“Hm? Anders’…cat? Ooh, ser-pounce-alot? I remember that; it was such a cute little kitten.. You know Anders? Hahaha, what a small world Thedas is! Andaran atish’an, the name’s Quinn Surana.” He gave a playful little bow.
The bow and the playfulness alike went completely unreturned by the white-haired elf, who scrutinized the elven mage very carefully. Once it seemed that this ‘Surana’ was not going to bother him much for now, or wave that blasted staff of his more than necessary, Fenris gave his curt nod.
“Fenris,” was all that he gave, and all that he was willing to give.
Quinn straightened up and eyed the other quietly before shrugging and letting his previous small smile return. “Not much for chitchat are you? That’s fine. I talk enough for two.” He jested.
"I can tell." Fenris grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and slouching forward underneath the weight of his massive sword. This elf seemed cheerful enough, that was for sure. What could he have been hiding under that smile?
