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Fenris sits in a meditative state high above the poison on a tall wooden beam; looking down in the muck; his right foot holds him on the pole whereas his left is crossed behind the right and used as a chair; his hands together as is to look like an upside down triangle from him; his thoughts still not showing to anyone but him; however this place; places like this brought out something in him; a feeling he could barely stomach as he could not control this one as well as those before it