#niceish

It shouldn't have bothered him. The prodding of mages, poking fun at their inability to defend themselves for fear of punishment-- and yet this was the third time he'd visited the Circle. It was always the same. He recalled similar situations-- except those ones involved himself. Magisters, guests-- he had been a collared wolf. An animal that did not attack on it's own behalf. Only when willed to. In this circumstance.. were mages so different? A small frustrated sound escaped his throat, though as of yet he still made no movement to help. What had begun to irritate him-- aside from the fact that he disliked the situation, was the fact that by doing something about it he would be agreeing with Anders. And the age. Such a young mage. The boy let out a yelp as he was shoved to the ground by another, for what some reason Fenris could not see. His only crime being a mage.                                         and his only crime had been being a slave