Little Girl Gone

Zevran was really starting to enjoy the exchange between him and once Princess of Antiva, that and the fact that his feeling that she looked familiar was in fact for a valid reason, which also made him feel good. He liked it when his feelings were right, which generally happened at least a little bit more often than being wrong.

Well if we and the Vultures have our way, we’ll see more of the talons and cuchilos dismantled. At least weed out all the bad seeds and traditionalists who would rather die than see change. I’m afraid there won’t be a place for them in the future I see for Antiva. Though he didn’t expect to live to see it, he did expect to do his part for as long as he was able.

She was definitely more than a mere girl, and considering the news he’d heard out of Antiva, about Frankie though he the news about Alfred the butler had been vaguer. Something about a fire, but now that he’d heard about the tavern from Addy, he was even more confused about what happened to Alfred.

Well, could any daughter of Frankie’s be a mere anything? No, if you are even a fraction of your father, I imagine you’ll do great things. I’ve heard the news. If there’s anything, anything at all I can do, my daggers are always at your disposal. He didn’t offer condolences, or sympathies, no that wasn’t the sort of man he was, and he imagined it was the last thing that Addy wanted to hear right now. She had enough people in her life to offer such things. No, Zevran was angry at the idea that Frankie was murdered so easily, and if he could lend a hand in avenging that, it wasn’t even a question.