The mansion was quiet with only Fenris's steps being heard on occasion. The same repetitive thoughts played in his head as he sat over on the table. What was he life before being a slave? What would of happened if he had stayed a slave longer? Did he really have control over his own life? Those questions replayed in his mind constantly, over and over. He sighed and tried to silence his repetitive thoughts, taking a bottle of bourbon and drinking from the bottle. The last question that always bothered him was the on he thought he answered a long time ago. Was he truly free? "In a society where mages rule, they find many ways to justify their need for power." He said to himself, as if to remind himself.