"It is important to keep these reminders about, especially so high in the mountains. If I can convince Josephine to have proper Antivan wine brought in? Then we shall be in business." But it is so long a journey the odds are slim. A nice thought none the less, this. Zevran weaves and wanders his way through the Dalish song as far as his memory might guide him, fingers stilling as he considers the question.

Remind him of home?

"Every Antivan tune is a little bit of home but...in the way that you mean? Not often." Slow to start he picks something that seems fairly forlorn till the melody and tempo picks up- something he heard while young outside a tavern. A modest place but light spilled from the windows and everyone inside seemed to have such joy in the playing and the dancing. In living despite their circumstances. "...But when I do, it is something like this."