Zevran crackles a light laugh, pleased that his joke has been taken as such. There is too little laughter in this world- most likely because there are too few people and too little reason to laugh. The world is dark and strange and full of death- when Zevran had been among the few that knew it well? IT had been brighter.

Now everyone knows, and everyone fears. It is...an adjustment.

"I think we should head east, next. We have not headed in that direction for some time and, weather permitting? We should be able to scavenge something useful before we hit the next set of cabins."