Put that down, it's not a toy

Zevran's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and understanding as he leaned back, mirroring her relaxed posture.

Ah, Orlais. A land of masks and intrigue, where even the scandals wear frills and lace. They fancy themselves as masters of the game, yet shy away from the real dirt, afraid to tarnish their delicate gloves. Quite amusing, really.

He let out a soft chuckle, nodding as she spoke of Elgar’nan and the mysterious benefactor who had put an end to his reign of terror.

Indeed, we owe much to our anonymous savior. Perhaps it's best their identity remains shrouded in mystery, for now at least. Focus on rebuilding, on growing stronger—that is the priority. And you can certainly count on me to aid in that endeavor. A name, you say? I eagerly await this new potential recruit.

Zevran's grin widened at the mention of a circus-like diversion. Ah, a troupe of terrible minstrels? I love it! There is nothing quite like a bit of chaos to distract the eye and muddle the mind. Leave it to me, I shall arrange something suitably disastrous and thoroughly entertaining.

As her expression grew more serious, Zevran leaned in, his tone softening. Lies, even those of omission, are burdensome things. But sometimes, they are the lesser evil, necessary to protect those we care about. It is clear your family means the world to you, and keeping them safe often requires such sacrifices. The truth can be a dangerous weapon, and not always the kindest one. Remember, your heart is in the right place, even if your actions must sometimes stray into the shadows.

He reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. We do what we must, for the greater good and for those we love. And if ever the burden grows too heavy, remember you do not carry it alone.

@Adaria Campana