Do I miss being a Crow? No. Not really. [A pause, like Zevran is considering something, and then:] No. It was nice to be an object of fear and respect in Antiva - and an object of desire - but even the most prized object is still, alas, only a thing. And that is what people are to the Crows, especially elves. Little more than tools for them to earn money from, and play their politics with, all but the finest and sharpest discarded as garbage. While all of those things can be expected of such a large enterprise, I did take an issue with their retirement plan. As they say in all the best tales, the only way to leave is in a coffin.

Or by being recruited by a mark who decides to spare your life, which is comparatively rare. [Zevran chuckles lightly.] You assume correct. The Crows bought me as a child of seven. It was quite a change from the brothel I was raised in.