"Ah, yes, This I remember. It seemed everyone has their own opinions as to how things ought to be done, and their personal tender feelings ought to supersede the tender feelings of others in your merry little band, for clearly their desires and points of view are of the most import nevermind there is a blighted army on the rise or, in your case, an undead magister trying to rend the world to bits." Zevran snorts derisively, plucking an unhappy tune for a moment. "I never understood why everyone took such things so personally. When you put someone in charge? When you put that weight upon their shoulders? Who are you to question the very responsibilities you offered up, mm?"

It seems all the more difficult in this instance, too many kingdoms, too many opinions, and too many voices drowning out a man's certainty. It'd be unbearable if it were him, he cannot imagine the difficulties navigating this Lasulahn must-have.

"But- if there is one thing I recall from my time watching another struggle with similar, if not quite so grave circumstances? When in doubt- bribery." His idle picking becomes something a little more upbeat. "Kind words and gift-giving, to soothe bruised egos and assure your fellows that you are listening, but the tasks, they are so weighty, surely they must understand, yes? It works marvelously well if you look appropriately sincere."