"It is not so pleasant a story- and a great deal of it is no longer relevant. Why or how I was trained matters little in the face of what we...face. Mmm. That sounded better in my head." As things so often do. Content, now, that the meat was cooked enough Zevran removes it from the spit and carves out a full portion for both of them. When they can eat well, it is best that they do so. "You watch my back, I watch yours, yes? It is easier to survive when one has another pair of eyes looking out for the walking dead."