"...?" Zevran peers down over the rafters at Alistair- he'd known who it was from the moment he'd slammed the door open and shut and dismissed any potential threat. Or being found. But apparently he is being cawed at and there he is, flopped down on a blanket in the hay-
"Why do you not have a proper room?" Save the world, get a bedroom. That should be a rule of some sort. "I will speak to Josephine about this."
Which means dropping down and finding her but...later. For now he lounges like a cat, sipping his brandy, squinting down at Alistair.
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Date: 2016-07-03 12:39 am (UTC)"Why do you not have a proper room?" Save the world, get a bedroom. That should be a rule of some sort. "I will speak to Josephine about this."
Which means dropping down and finding her but...later. For now he lounges like a cat, sipping his brandy, squinting down at Alistair.