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*** At The Docks *** Anders and Isabela were on their way back to the Hanged Man after they had found the goods of Isabela's friend Martin. They actually didn't talk much all the time; both lost in their thoughts. Anders couldn't stop thinking of Hawke and what happened to her; to see her suffer and screaming out in pain. To see her slipping out of his grasps while he just could watch as she gave up. He didn't know what happened, he felt her heartbeat stopping; she was dead! But still she returned, somehow. Only the thought of losing her without telling her how he felt, without having a chance to find out if she could feel the same way as he

Fenris went through the dusty streets which were full of people who bought a little bit to eat for them and their families with the little money they had. He saw refugees, children but also bandits and smugglers who waited for the night when the streets emptied so they can robber the helpless people on the streets who haven't enough for themselves anyway. He stopped in front of Hawke's home and breathed in the warm and clean air and enjoyed the sun on his skin. His thoughts were full of images of the day before when he and Hawke were sitting on the hill, leaning on the pasture in silence. The wind stroked her brunette, nearly dark blond hair

Anders held his hands above Hawke to check on her. Her body was shaking in exhaustion as he started to heal her wounds. "It's so cold." She whispered softly. "I'm nearly done then you get another blanket." He smiled on her slightly. "Okay. Now get some rest, Hawke. We'll take care about the quests of the day. Try to get some sleep I'll be back in a few hours." "As you wish. Fenris, can I talk to you for a minute?" She opened her eyes to see the elf turning around and headed to her bed while the others left the room. "Yes Hawke?" He smiled at her and his heartbeat quickened as he saw her smiling back at him with her bright sparkling eyes.

Fenris found himself in a deep and dark forest; it was late in the night. He only wore his trousers and his chest was covered with deep cuts and bruises. Slowly he searched a way out of the woods. While he turned his head nervously as his footsteps quickened eagerly to find a way out of the dark. After a while he was able to escape the dark forest und found himself on a wide field. He caught his breath and looked around, exploring the environment. Finally he headed on towards a big and old tree. After a few minutes he could see a cloaked figure standing beside it. Curious he pressed on until he heard a soft voice singing. The voice filled hi