[ Sleep does find him in time- with solid stone walls and miles of difficult terrain between him and those that wish him dead? Zevran is able to find some semblance of restful slumber. No nightmares for once- perhaps it was the cordial, perhaps it was the company or...perhaps it was the choice to do something more with his freedom and time than stir up trouble for his old masters.
Better braced for the weather now that he knows what to expect, Zevran bundles himself up in the morning and wanders his way past the rather delicately painted mural on the first floor, endures some rather odd and probing questions regarding his facial tattoo from Solas (No, he is not actively Dalish though his mother was, no they are not Dalish tattoos, yes he has them all over, would he wish to see for himself?) before winding his way past Dorian to Leliana and promising a story of the fifth blight for comparison's sake.
One meeting where the Venatori and Crow issue will be delegated to other trustworthy agents and his signing on with the Inquisition is made more formal than a late-night evening conversation with the Inquisitor (no he's not only doing this because Lasulahn is pretty, yes he means it, no he's not here to seduce anyone out of doing their jobs) he settles at the banister next to Dorian indeed, sharing one of many, many tales. ]
To which I insisted that we were twins- the look on the guard's face, let me tell you, was marvelous in its incredulity. And then Oghren, of course, has a sober moment of brilliance and says- [ Zevran manages a passable imitation of the dwarf's gravely tone. ] 'I'm the pretty one.'
[ Pause for laughter, and it is lovely laughter, before continuing to turn in a grand gesture for the next part of the tale only to see Lasulahn and brighten for his company. ] Stella! I see Josephine has in fact found you some worthwhile boots- and they are of Antivan leather? Marvelous.
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Better braced for the weather now that he knows what to expect, Zevran bundles himself up in the morning and wanders his way past the rather delicately painted mural on the first floor, endures some rather odd and probing questions regarding his facial tattoo from Solas (No, he is not actively Dalish though his mother was, no they are not Dalish tattoos, yes he has them all over, would he wish to see for himself?) before winding his way past Dorian to Leliana and promising a story of the fifth blight for comparison's sake.
One meeting where the Venatori and Crow issue will be delegated to other trustworthy agents and his signing on with the Inquisition is made more formal than a late-night evening conversation with the Inquisitor (no he's not only doing this because Lasulahn is pretty, yes he means it, no he's not here to seduce anyone out of doing their jobs) he settles at the banister next to Dorian indeed, sharing one of many, many tales. ]
To which I insisted that we were twins- the look on the guard's face, let me tell you, was marvelous in its incredulity. And then Oghren, of course, has a sober moment of brilliance and says- [ Zevran manages a passable imitation of the dwarf's gravely tone. ] 'I'm the pretty one.'
[ Pause for laughter, and it is lovely laughter, before continuing to turn in a grand gesture for the next part of the tale only to see Lasulahn and brighten for his company. ] Stella! I see Josephine has in fact found you some worthwhile boots- and they are of Antivan leather? Marvelous.