[ As charming as every little knit item is- that it's for a child, that this envoy knows there is an infant in the room behind him, that he does not know this man, who sent him, or their intentions? Sloughs off the sleepy exhaustion from the day and has him wound tight in an instant.
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Conversational as you please, Zevran murmurs. ]
Ah, who is it that sent you, again?