[ Fenris has walked into enough traps in his life that he has learned either to take backup or to hire someone else to unknowingly spring them for him when invited literally anywhere, if he has the option. Besides, beyond Iorveth's warning that Dean would sooner lynch one of their kind than share a meal with them (and their few spats full of veiled and not-at-all-veiled threats), Fenris knows little enough about the man that before the sun begins to dip behind the horizon he makes a trip over to his fellow elf's tree to bring him along. (He'll figure out how to just call people eventually.)
They arrive together, in a timely enough manner; Fenris is decked out in his usual armor, broadsword hanging heavy off his back and in clear view - a warning, generally. A threat at times, too. He walks perfectly silently on the city ground in ways he's never been able to in forests, but clears his throat, pointedly, when they draw close. ] Dean.
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They arrive together, in a timely enough manner; Fenris is decked out in his usual armor, broadsword hanging heavy off his back and in clear view - a warning, generally. A threat at times, too. He walks perfectly silently on the city ground in ways he's never been able to in forests, but clears his throat, pointedly, when they draw close. ] Dean.