Little Girl Gone

Zevran tilted his head at the words about her family and it being complicated. She seemed certain they’d never me though, so he wasn’t sure what else to say on the topic, beyond still feeling like he was looking at someone he should know. He definitely didn’t want to push it, familiar or not, he didn’t know her, and didn’t want to fight with someone he didn’t know.

Well, show me a family that isn’t complicated and I’ll give you five gold. It made him think of his own fucked up family. Father abandoned, mother dead, sold off by the brothel owner to the Crows to pay his mother’s debts. He did his best to push those memories out of his mind and focus on the girl in front of him.

I suppose one would have to be, to burn down a tavern. Personally I could think of better things to burn down in a fit or rage, but to each their own. I can’t really talk much about rage issues, after all I’ve spent the last nearly twenty years trying to dismantle the Crows, not a light undertaking and probably not one I will see to fruition before I die. Not that he planned to retire, no he’d die doing what he did, but he felt it was a worthy cause. Not that he saw all the Talons as bad, no he felt there were at least a couple that were worthy to lead a band of assassins, but not the majority.