[There's only one other person who could convince Fenris to go against everything he has ever preached time and time again. He trusts Rafe just as much, if not more. More. It's a weird thought that fills him with an unexplainable guilt, as if he were betraying someone, but it's not something he can deny.

He believes Rafe when he swears.

Fenris already feels better when Rafe lays it out like this for him. That the Fourth is only temporary, to be slayed should it step out of line as the Fog has. His posture straightens again as he nods his head.]

I still don't like this, but you are correct that we're out of options. And while I would normally rather lay down and die than to deal with demons or creatures claiming godhood...I trust you.