Zevran wouldn’t be offended by his caution. In any interaction the healer had there was a level of suspicion that never fully vanished. Keeping to oneself was the only true way of avoiding any real consequence of attachment and those he did place some trust in, only held a piece of it. Still. A fire and company was safer in this place. In the morning they’d go their separate ways and that would be the end of it.
Ruth took a seat near the fire. Despite the warmth Antiva offered, the nights were still cold and there was nothing more that the Dalish despised than the frigid weather. The well-travelled pack was pulled into his lap, ears listening as the assassin spoke. “Agreed. Some of those in power deserve it, though not all of us are quite as stealthy.” Could he do it? Perhaps, but it depended greatly on the circumstances and who. “I’m not one to indulge in such… permanency, but to inconvenience? Oh most certainly,” he’d chuckle.
Ruth took a seat near the fire. Despite the warmth Antiva offered, the nights were still cold and there was nothing more that the Dalish despised than the frigid weather. The well-travelled pack was pulled into his lap, ears listening as the assassin spoke. “Agreed. Some of those in power deserve it, though not all of us are quite as stealthy.” Could he do it? Perhaps, but it depended greatly on the circumstances and who. “I’m not one to indulge in such… permanency, but to inconvenience? Oh most certainly,” he’d chuckle.
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