You either love it or hate it

Zevran, who had been listening to Zoltan's smooth negotiation, couldn't help but chuckle softly. He crossed his arms, glancing between Camlen and his silver-tongued friend.

You see, Camlen, Zevran began, leaning casually against a nearby wall, this is why I let Zoltan handle the talking. He's much better at all the... diplomatic nonsense. His tone was light, teasing, though his eyes remained sharp as they locked onto Camlen’s.

Me? I'm more of a straightforward kind of man. You want us to leave? Fine. We can do that. But I’d much rather avoid any unnecessary... unpleasantness, wouldn't you? He shrugged as if the stakes were no higher than a casual stroll.

Zevran grinned, his charm as effortless as ever. So, what do you say? Zoltan talks, you listen, and I... well, I’ll just keep admiring your fine craftsmanship. He gestured to the maze around them, then winked. We all win, yes?

@Megara Neirdre