"Fortunate enough to survive- unfortunate enough to become entangled with humans and their troubles." Zevran lifts a shoulder, his smirk going a little crooked. "I do wonder if they'll carve a statue of you when this is all over."

A few picked notes, a flourished strum. "And if they'll round the ears off once they do."

The savior of Thedas, a Dalish Mage? Oh how the Chantry would, is, shitting it's collective drawers. "I have noticed you've other elven companions, though..."

Sera is Sera and like himself, not Dalish. Solas is...something else entirely he cannot quite put his finger on. "None like you would know back home, yes?"