[Zevran's been an off-and-on member of Hawke's little entourage over the years, passing through en route between Antiva City and Denerim when he needs to shake the Crows and helping earn a little quick coin. He and Fenris are not exactly close friends, but they get along well enough, and they both love wine. Zevran's visited more than once to grab some fine Tevinter vintage and give Fenris gambling tips, or even to spar and practice.
They've been drinking well into the night, talking mostly about weapons and this or that satisfying kill. It's an offhand comment, as easy as a yawn.]
You know, Fenris, I really love you.
[Zevran does not really realize he's said it, stretching out in front of the fire.]
2 with a side of 6
They've been drinking well into the night, talking mostly about weapons and this or that satisfying kill. It's an offhand comment, as easy as a yawn.]
You know, Fenris, I really love you.
[Zevran does not really realize he's said it, stretching out in front of the fire.]