Characters: Zevran and anyone else! (He's friendly and doesn't bite unless it's specifically requested.)
Setting/Location: Caravan balcony
Date & Time: Day 4, very early morning
Warnings: None, shockingly
Summary: After Cid Amon's little announcement, there's a great deal to think about--and do, presumably.
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...but mostly over the river, it would seem. )
The mere sight of it made his stomach drop. And the man Cid Amon was beginning to seem increasingly feeble-minded--to leave such an important decision up to the passengers, when not one of them was a native to the area? It seemed like utter foolishness. Al Mualim would never have turned an important decision like that over to the brotherhood ( ... )
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Stranger things had happened. Zevran heard the shouting in the night; he knew of the nightmares, though he had not experienced them himself.
But all of that was entirely beside the point. Zevran was old enough now--and had been through enough--not to be distracted by idle daydreams; such deep thinking would be of no use when, inevitably, Morrigan grew so fed up with his teasing that she tore him limb from limb and digested him slowly over the ( ... )
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"I did not know I was disturbing anyone with my activities," Altair replied, drawing his hood back slightly, that he might better see and engage Zevran--who had apparently spotted his climbing. Altair kicked himself inwardly. He should have considered that, and it was frustrating that he hadn't. Window ledges meant windows, and not everyone was so courteous or forward-thinking as to draw their shutters at night. "As for your other suggestion... I arrived here alone. Not to mention I wouldn't know who to ask for such a ( ... )
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There were a great many obstacles in his life that he should have seen coming. He was going to have to work on that. Perhaps now was the best time, since he obviously couldn't carry out his assigned missions ( ... )
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His smile showed a little too much teeth.
"You would not happen to have seen anything related to that during your...travels? During your climbs, I suppose, is a little more accurate."
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Just one of many reasons Altair works alone. People complicate things in such an unnecessary way with all their ideas and needs and desires that applied only to them. Anyone you asked would readily tell you that Altair was a selfish bastard of a man, but at least he preferred not to inflict his selfishness onto others. It had ended quite badly, the last time he'd done so.
"It's not exactly a comfort, is it? All that means is that no one has any idea where these people are disappearing to."
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In addition, though he was incredibly prone to giving long, meandering answers to simple questions, Zevran appeared to have a brain in his head. This put him head and shoulders above most others--on the caravan and in Altair's native land.
People disappearing into thin air did not sit well with him. And surely the ogre would hardly be able to operate with such stealth. That left man as the only culprit, and Altair had all too much experience with the capabilities of man when left to their own devices.
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He was teasing now, enjoying the ability to talk to someone other than himself--and not via the Junogam, which was useful in its own right, but also painfully impersonal. It made for easy communication, but it was not at all the same as sparring with someone verbally face to face, enjoying their reactions, the little expressions of puzzlement as they wondered whether or not Zevran was actually being serious. He was not, of course; he so rarely was. But he gave the appearance, at times, and at others people were simply...baffled. It was not easy dealing with him, especially for those not at all prepared; this he knew, and attempted, with varying stages of success, to use that to his advantage ( ... )
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"...I did not mean to be so abrupt. This business with the river is troubling me," Altair added; there, that should make up for any rashness in his initial response. It was a tactic he'd learned for dealing with Malik, but it seemed to make other assassins less likely to want to knife him in the night as well. He wished them luck with that endeavor, should they be so foolish as to try it ( ... )
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Staring out at the river would do him no favors, and yet that was exactly what he found himself doing. There was no visible end to the thing on either side, nor a convenient bridge where someone might cross unharmed.
Now more than ever he regretted this egregious omission in his training. What sort of assassin sank like a stone?Obviously, the sort who conducted most of his business in the ( ... )
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Not that he would promote mistrust amongst the members of the caravan and their fearless guide; no, of course not. It was simply that these were his instincts, and it was difficult to unlearn them all at once, especially when one felt pressured ( ... )
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"Well, there is one trick in particular I would offer you," Zevran said, eyes crinkling at the corners once more. "From my long years of experience--falling out of windows and being thrown into moats."
He paused after that; always a fond memory when it came to recalling the many ways in which his enemies (and friends) had attempted to end his life. Drowning was such a silly way, really, and especially difficult when one was dealing with an elf--they always had such nimble little fingers!
"My words of wisdom are thus--and quite simple: simply do not
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