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[He doesn't remember him. That much is clear. Wade's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he's practically made a career out of being able to read people. The look in Fenris's eyes now is one of a total stranger-- distrustful, closed-off; annoyed that Wade is wasting his time. There's no recognition there, none whatsoever.

Wade feels his mouth twist in a rictus of a grin, feels a sardonic laugh bubbling up from within his chest. He shrugs.]

Sorry. Guess I must've had you confused for some other grouchy tattooed elf.