Toss him around

When the Crows had taken over more territory, Zevran hadn't exactly been entirely surprised. Individually, they were power hungry weasels. Together, they were one monstrous ego that couldn't be satiated. On the other hand, it wasn't entirely bad for Zevran and The Vultures, as they now had even more potential allies towards their goals, and Zevran appreciated having allies he could trust. He wasn't sure he felt the Rivaini rebellion would be successful, but if he could offer any help well, that had been his goal of this trip. Meeting with some lower level contacts amongst the ranks of the rebellion and it had gone over well, or as well as expected. 

By the time he finished it was late, and as much as he'd rather sleep on a nice comfy been in a tavern, he traveled for a bit and then set up camp in an out of the way spot off the beaten trail. Of course, he was a cautious sort. There were still plenty of Crows that wanted him dead. He made sure to set up various traps all around the perimeter of his camp.

After making a fire, he was leaning up against a tree and started to doze off. Next thing he knew, he was sound asleep and dreaming of brothels and leather gloves and fighting a blight with his friends. He really needed to give Lana and Cullen a visit. It had been far too long. He was quite sure Morrigan probably forgot his existence as soon as they parted ways and Loghain was dead now, he'd heard. Alistair wasn't king anymore, so he'd lost track of him. It was always sad when one lost track of one's friends.