I was Born for This

Zoltan had spent a good number of years travelling around Thedas as a merchant, before accepting the position as ambassador and diplomat for the dwarves in Arlathan. The job suited him, though there were times he missed the travelling.

One thing that didn’t change with his new position, he didn’t forget about all the friends and contacts he had made while travelling. In some ways he depended on them now more than ever, while Arlathan worked to once again establish itself as a proud nation of elves and misfits, it needed all the goodwill and help it could get.

One friend that Zoltan had kept in touch with was Lucien Beauvais. During the years that Lucien had been at his lowest, Zoltan had always been there for the boy, even willing to trade in stolen goods. Those days were long behind Lucien, but their friendship remained intact and as strong as ever.

Zoltan had received a note saying that Lucien had a package for Zoltan and Maeve would be delivering it. He wasn’t sure why Maeve was delivering it and not Lucien himself, but he didn’t question it. So at the appointed time, he wandered back and forth by the Eluvian for Maeve’s arrival.