Fenris

[For a moment Fenris wants to rebuttal and not hear anymore of this. There's even a part of him that feels disappointment that Rafe is confirming Fenris's previous concern. But then he feels the chill off of Rafe's body, the few parts of his skin not covered in scales getting goosebumps, and he remembers that Rafe has died again and again. Of the two of them he's suffered most at the hands of the Fog. Then he reminds himself that Rafe doesn't suggest things lightly, without thinking them through, and he can let go of that disappointed feeling.

But he really doesn't agree.

Felfri was strange, but he had his body back. He was an elf again. And while that world was one he could barely understand it was a world devoid of he Fog's influence. He can't deny the appeal. But;]

We may have an enemy in common with the Fourth, but that thing most certainly has its own agenda. You saw what's been happening to Ser Javert's mind, haven't you? That thing could be doing the very same to its own followers.

[For a moment Fenris forgets who he's speaking to, and that obsessive respect he has for the man that keeps him from sounding too stern or demanding, from raising his voice. The scales above his eyes furrow down and a rumble echoes in his chest.]

No. I will hear none of this.