Old Friends, New Secrets

Zevran was glad to hear that his friend was doing well, or as well as anyone could be doing in the current climate doing a job they’d never imagined they’d be doing, during a blight they never imagined they’d see again in their lifetime. He smiled big at the comment about being glad to see him, versus the other things she could have been doing, and then perked up at the mention of Wicked Grace.

Well, for you I believe I have time for a hand or two before I must rush off. You know what they say about all work and no play. I think this will require another round of drinks though, don’t you! He couldn’t quite recall the last time he had played. He’d obviously played since the Fifth Blight, but much of the last years since were a bit of a blur. Always on the move, always looking over his shoulder. He chuckled a bit as he thought about those times.

You know, one of these days we should have a reunion over a game of Wicked Grace, like old times, the whole gang. We may have been facing death daily back then, but damn if we didn’t do it with style. Felt odd to talk so fondly about a Blight, but then Zevran hadn’t planned on surviving it. He owed that to Lana.