Days passed. After much bickering and more, the Crow arrived back home, mysterious stranger in tow. The Inquisitor, quite unphased by dimension hopping and strange goings-on by now, must have determined that Ravus was not, in fact, a demon, and so they gave the man full leave of the fortress.
“There is, of course, the matter of getting you home. Another problem entirely, yes? But come. I’m sure you are exhausted after our little hike,” Zevran intoned, cocking his head for Ravus to accompany him away from the main throne room. Together they stepped out the great hall and onto the crisp grass, the sun’s warmth the only respite from the biting chill of the mountains.
“I imagine you have many and more questions,” the elf hums, amber eyes watching Ravus with curiosity.
⋞⁘♔⁘⋟ Truthfully, Ravus couldn’t decide what was more unsettling; the fact that he was there in the first place, of that this Inquisitor individual, who seemed to be a very important person of note, seemed entirely unshaken by the story he had given as explanation. Was this sort of incident common in their world?! What a burdensome prospect…
“I do,” Ravus muttered, following in lead with Zevran. On a typical day, a man of his nature was the last sort of person Ravus would willingly choose as company. His blunt and carefree aloof nature… reminded him of another. Perhaps that was why. That person was not one that he cared to have on his mind; especially not as a reminder when addressing the one local who had seen him from the beginning of his arrival in Thedas.
Where could he even begin, though…
Mismatched eyes panned to Zevran, once again noting his ears. He had seen others with similar points since they’d made presence… wherever they were… That was impossible, though, was it not? A moment of courage piqued and Ravus’ eyes narrowed. Hand raising, he reached up, carefully taking ahold of the tip of one of the elf’s ear, giving it a slight tug to see if it was actually a costume accessory.
Zevran’s eyes wandered, scanning the courtyard for familiar faces and surveying the goings-on, so he scarcely noticed Ravus’ wandering hands until it was too late. As soon as Ravus’ fingers grazed the tip of his ear, he halted dead in his tracks, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When they opened once more, it was to affix the stranger with a look that was both mirthful, and just one ounce of murderous.
“Ah, let this be your first lesson, then. Point of order: unless you intend to invite me into your bed, the ears, they are off-limits, yes?”
The assassin’s tone is such that no casual passersby would mistake it for anything but small talk.
“Does this pass for an icebreaker where you are from?”
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