Put that down, it's not a toy

Not at all, Adaria, Zevran replied, offering his arm to her. The journey was rather pleasant. And it's always a pleasure to see you. Let's catch up. Throwing in his hat to support Adaria had been an easy decision, partly because of his previous friendship with Adaria’s father, and partly because despite being young, he felt like Adaria truly had her father’s spirit. She was fierce, determined. He believed backing her was what was best for everyone, not just himself, but the Vultures as well, and anyone still living under the thumb of the Crows who were determined not to break tradition when it came to their so called recruiting process. He firmly believed people should get to choose their fate, if they wanted to be an Assassin, not something forced on them as little children.

Recruiting has gone well so far. Though we’re still not quite where I’d like to be at for our purposes. How are things going with your family? Zevran’s childhood may not have been easy, but he definitely never envied Frankie, and definitely did not envy Adaria. Being part of a royal family had expectations and requirements that a free spirit like Zevran would have felt smothered trying to navigate. Nope, life as a rogue assassin that came and went where he pleased was much more the ideal life for him.