Fenris

"I did not need your help, mage," he spat, the word "mage" dripping with pure venom. It wasn't true, of course—he'd been on his way to having his memories wiped once more and becoming enslaved to Danarius yet again—but with the wounds of betrayal still fresh in his mind, it was hard for him to act with anything but contempt toward a mage. Every mage he'd ever known and trusted had either hurt or betrayed him for money and power. Danarius. His sister. Hawke. The memory of it would haunt him forever. His own sister had betrayed him, lured him into a trap. And then Hawke had so readily, so easily offered him to his former master, despite his pleas. Fenris had given up, then and there, resigned to being enslaved forever. Then this mage had come along, attacked Danarius's convoy, killed his ma