The information was good, or it better be. There was no time to make mistakes. If this wasn't the place then it would be too late. He tried to remain calm, to not let the panic show on his face, but it was hard. When Varric had come back without Fenris he felt a lump in his gut, and when he found that the elf had been taken by the Tevinter Mages that weight only grew. The fear crept in again as he allowed himself to think about it. They were going to take his memories again, make him a blank slate so he couldn't fight them and then use him as Denarius had. He could not allow that to happen. Not to Fenris. Not ever again.
"I think this is it." Varric said, pointing to the large estate. "Based on what that information broker told me this should be that bastards place."
"Then let's pay him a friendly social call." Hawke said, gripping his staff.
"We should be careful. Who knows how many shades and demons we'll face. There could be over a dozen blood mages inside." Anders was lo