You either love it or hate it

Something shiny caught her eye as they began walking, and crouching Meg would fished out a coin from the path. Her brow furrowed, righting herself and pausing to study it’s odd markings a moment. It didn’t carry any of the markings of a country of origin, at least none she recognised or was familiar with. Curious, but a free gold piece was a free gold piece and it soon found her pocket.

Glancing up to find herself behind, Meg had barely taken a step before witnessing Revas being indecently hurled into the air, his body almost bouncing mid-air as the rope caught taut. Her mouth hung open in shock, but from the other side of the path stumbled forth an all too familiar face and fair hair.

Megara did a double take, caught between helping Revas and finding her old friend here of all places. And injured. Her gawking mouth switched to a frown instantly, worry furrowing her brow, [color=#008e02]“How? …Some trouble, Zevran?!”[/color] She’d approach the assassin, taking his arm into her hand to begin examining his wounds. [color=#008e02]“I swear you and boys may one day be the end of me.”[/color] Shaking her head the mage would still grin though, life was so boring without a few troublemakers in one's life and the mild chaos kept hers interesting.

[color=#008e02]“Zoltan will get Revas down and things will be fine.” [/color]