You either love it or hate it

*Zevran let out a soft chuckle, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he took in the ancient mage’s disapproving gaze. He glanced down at the cat, then back up at Camlen with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.*

Ah, Camlen! Surely, a mage of your… stature must realize the allure of such an enchanting maze. You don’t create something this exquisite and not expect the occasional curious visitor. *He shot a sideways look at Zoltan, clearly entertained by his companion’s clever retorts.*

Besides, *he continued, gesturing at the path behind them with an exaggerated sigh,* we’ve come all this way, been tossed about, tested, nearly impaled… Now you want us to simply turn tail and flee? Camlen, I must say, that would be quite the tragic ending to our little adventure, wouldn’t it?

*With a quick, charming smile, Zevran placed a hand over his heart as though pleading his case in earnest.*

Now, I understand you have every reason to be wary. But consider—our nimble little friend here, *he gestured to the cat, still perched near them,* seems to think we’re worth the trouble. Perhaps a sign?

*He leaned closer, lowering his voice in a way that suggested camaraderie,*

And what better story would you have to tell than the one where you graciously spared us because you, Camlen, the mighty mage, saw something worth sparing?

*Zevran held Camlen’s gaze, a glint of challenge in his expression. Then he shrugged lightly, a hint of amusement still lingering as he awaited the ancient mage’s response.*

@Megara Fern