You either love it or hate it

Zoltan was honestly a bit relieved to run into Zevran, even if surprised, bolstering their numbers could only be a good thing, especially with bandits about. Not that Zoltan didn’t know where to point the pointy end of a dagger, but he was no fighter. The only reason he’d decided to come was because he was curious, temporarily forgetting what curiosity did to the cat.

Zevran, trouble following you? So it must be a Tuesday. He said with a grin as he adjusted the rarely used dagger on his belt and swallowed a bit hard. This was fine, everything would be fine, especially now that Zevran was here.