Zevran understood the hesitation, Ruth ha just fallen in his trap and he didn’t really know anything about Zevran, not reallly. Once Ruth agreed, Zevran turned his attention to going back to his little campfire. He was tired and wanted to be off his feet for a bit. Zevran laughed at the comment about the traps and his profession being messy at times.
Well, I’m not quite the man I used to be, not since the fifth blight and my failed attempt to kill the hero of Ferelden. Since then I’m rather picky who I kill, mainly crows hellbent on ruining lives and dominating all of Thedas. I mean I couldn’t imagine my life as anything other than an assassin, I just like to think that my moral compass is perhaps fluctuating at least a little bit more towards north.Zevran poked at the fire a bit and then added a couple of more sticks to it.
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