Put that down, it's not a toy

Zevran listened intently as Adaria spoke, his keen eyes watching her expressions and noting the subtle hints of homesickness and frustration in her voice. As they reached the conservatory and settled into a secluded corner, he leaned back comfortably, ready to respond.

My dear Adaria, it seems the gilded cages of Orlais can dull even the brightest of spirits,[/qw] he began with a touch of empathy. [q]Orlais may have its charms, but it can never quite compare to the vibrant chaos of Antiva, can it?

Hearing her distaste for the 'God-King,' Zevran chuckled softly. Yes, the recruitment has indeed been challenging, but rest assured, the Vultures will rise stronger than ever. The dead elf, as you aptly put it, has stirred things up, but we'll adapt and overcome. We always do. After all, they’d managed to dismantle House Arainai to the point that it was entirely decimated and now obsolete, the empty Eighth Talon spot a testament to what the Vultures were capable of.

When she mentioned the upcoming ball for her Nameday, Zevran's eyes sparkled with mischief. Ah, a ball arranged by your brother, how... predictable. Circumventing his intentions sounds like a delightful challenge. Perhaps we could stage a little diversion? Something subtle yet effective to redirect his plans. He did so love causing mischief, almost as much as he loved his job as an assassin.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering conspiratorially. As for your sister, I am all ears. 'Interesting' can mean so many things when it comes to family. What happened during your visit?

Zevran's curiosity was genuine, his tone inviting Adaria to share more. He knew that navigating the complexities of their world required a delicate balance of strategy and empathy, and he was ready to support her every step of the way.

@Adaria Campana