"It is truly a pleasure to meet such a beautiful and sharp woman, Madam Morgan," he began, even executing a slight bow from his seated position, although his eyes remained trained on her. She was truly an attractive woman, and his smile had redoubled at the confirmation that she seemed to be equally competent. He had been fortunate enough to be in the company of several brilliant and talented ladies as of recently, but most of them had taken an immediate disliking to him. Zevran was resigned to the fact that his sense of humor simply didn't mesh well with the judgmental and self-important, but Morgan seemed to be neither. She did appear appealingly confident, though, and curious about him.
Her observations were spot on. At the very least, she knew what she was talking about, but Zevran suspected she could back up those words quite proficiently with a sword in hand. Zevran considered for a moment if he should confess to being a Crow, and couldn't come up with many good reasons not to. He wasn't pursuing a mark, and Zevran wasn't terribly secretive about most things. The more he volunteered, the less people pried, after all. Besides, he was no longer a Crow, technically speaking. He could claim the title as much as he liked, but they'd never take him back even if he wanted to go. Anyway, if Morgan had any relation at all to the world he knew, her reaction would be telling. Their professions overlapped, after all.
But on that note, Zevran hadn't met many confessed pirate hunters. And yet, he could see why they'd be desired. Under normal circumstances, the lack of interaction between assassin and pirate hunter would simply be a matter of location, since Crows didn't take many assignments on the high seas. (Zevran had been meeting a lot of seafarers lately, now that he thought about it.) But all of this theorizing and preemptive excuse making was probably irrelevant. Zevran was prepared for her to know nothing of the Antivan Crows, or Antiva itself, or darkspawn, or anything else that was a staple of his past for that matter.
"You haven't even seen me in action, my dear!" he laughed, but was openly pleased all the same. "Although I confess, you are right about me so far. I am Zevran, of the Antivan Crows. Normally my, ah, association would need no introduction, but since things are different here... The Crows are an infamous guild of assassins who happened to purchase me young, and I was a model student. Twenty or so years and a betrayal later, here I am! Although this most recent development doesn't fit into the story quite as well."
Her observations were spot on. At the very least, she knew what she was talking about, but Zevran suspected she could back up those words quite proficiently with a sword in hand. Zevran considered for a moment if he should confess to being a Crow, and couldn't come up with many good reasons not to. He wasn't pursuing a mark, and Zevran wasn't terribly secretive about most things. The more he volunteered, the less people pried, after all. Besides, he was no longer a Crow, technically speaking. He could claim the title as much as he liked, but they'd never take him back even if he wanted to go. Anyway, if Morgan had any relation at all to the world he knew, her reaction would be telling. Their professions overlapped, after all.
But on that note, Zevran hadn't met many confessed pirate hunters. And yet, he could see why they'd be desired. Under normal circumstances, the lack of interaction between assassin and pirate hunter would simply be a matter of location, since Crows didn't take many assignments on the high seas. (Zevran had been meeting a lot of seafarers lately, now that he thought about it.) But all of this theorizing and preemptive excuse making was probably irrelevant. Zevran was prepared for her to know nothing of the Antivan Crows, or Antiva itself, or darkspawn, or anything else that was a staple of his past for that matter.
"You haven't even seen me in action, my dear!" he laughed, but was openly pleased all the same. "Although I confess, you are right about me so far. I am Zevran, of the Antivan Crows. Normally my, ah, association would need no introduction, but since things are different here... The Crows are an infamous guild of assassins who happened to purchase me young, and I was a model student. Twenty or so years and a betrayal later, here I am! Although this most recent development doesn't fit into the story quite as well."
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