"Well what are we waiting for? Find me a cleaver and have done with it. I can find us a ship in less than an hour once we reach the coast." Maker knows they've horses enough-

Be it the Brandy or the exhaustion or the distinct lack of a playful smirk as he flexes his glowing palm- Zevran sounds entirely serious. Cut the damn thing off and let him be finished with this part of the tale.