Sympathetic as Fenris is, it's a little jarring and funny when he responds to Hawke being a mage with a monologue about how awful magic is, before interrogating you on what you use your magic for. The speech itself sounds like bad poetry.
'Fenris:' It never ends. I escaped a land of dark magic, only to have it hunt me at every turn. It is a plague burnt into my flesh and my soul... and now I find myself in the company of yet another mage.