Over the river and through the woods (OPEN)

[elfroot]

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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[elfroot]

It was not uncommon to have ones ears inspected that closely by strangers; even in Ferelden, depending on where one went, one got the distinct sense that some strangers were giving them the fish-eye. Such was prejudice; little did they know the reason they should have been disapproving was for all terrible, unforgivable things Zevran had done, and not for something as trifling as the shape and size of his ears.

In any case, they rather suited him. They matched his hair very handsomely, so he thought; he was not overly vain, but certainly not disapproving of the way he looked, either. Best to have a hearty sense of confidence; that, more than anything, made man or elf attract positive attention.

"Are they sticks of incense, then, or something entirely different?" Zevran tilted his head to one side, corners of his eyes wrinkling. "If they get rid of the smell, I shall have to bring as many as possible back for an acquaintance of mine--his name is Oghren, and it is possible even you may have smelled him before. In your darkest dreams, of course."