Jan 3, 2021
Zevran toys with various rings on his finger, left arm brushing up against the side of the Inquisitor. A soft exhale signals the beginning of laughter, and he speaks through a series of chuckles. ❝ At an Orlais party? No, my dear Herald. It does not. ❞
& he twists on his heel, shoulder now leaning against the wall. The dagger inside his coat winks out as he moves, barely visible. Always armed, of course he is. Paranoid? Maybe. ❝ I’d say some were testing your honour, see if you would .. play their game, as it were. Or perhaps, they just want to witness your beauty up close for a moment or so. Can you blame them? ❞
@daxassan sent: ❝ Does it seem strange that every single person at this party has tried to bribe us? ❞