Walking the battlements does much to clear the mind. Checking points of infiltration isn't exactly his job but it does ease the tension in his shoulders to be certain that getting in and out is not something quite so easily done. Finding every nook, every cranny to be certain there are no caches of tools that ought not be there, no stockpiles of poison or food or weapons helps him sleep, as much as he bothers to do so.

Tonight it is the towers. Normally empty and thing quickly done, he pokes his head inside for his usual cursory check only to blink at the man curled in the corner. Cade. The templar that struck Beleth, that was struck by Merrick.

He doesn't know much of the man other than he seems on edge and off center- even now this? Does not speak well of a mind settled. "Not the most comfortable place to study, I should think."

Zevran keeps his voice light, easy. Without weight as he slips inside and closes the door behind him.