"Private, though, if you remember to lock the door." There's a small click of the lock falling into place behind him- for however this conversation goes? Zevran prefers not to be interrupted. The man doesn't look terribly vicious- the description of Beleth's attacker sits poorly against the image of the man huddled under his blanket.

"You are Cade Harimann, yes? The Templar?" As though he isn't certain.