Fenris' whole body tenses for a moment, his hands opening and closing- trying to decide how mugh he wants to speak of. The old wounds had not completely healed, he doubted they ever truly would, but they were at least in a better state than they had been in Kirkwall.

"I was kept by a magister by the name of Danarius," Fenris' tone is clipped- stating the facts, the venom is hard buried. "He's the one who engraved lyrium into my flesh. He's dead, and has been for a long time."