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[rogue_crow]

[A somewhat bored Zevran is prowling the streets of Mayfield, making mental note of landmarks and locations for reference and observing the various goings-on of interesting residents. Should you be out and about and note a blond eyeing you curiously, feel free to approach him! He's quite friendly. Especially if you're a beautiful woman. Sometimes

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[muertederojo]

*He isn't the only one who misses his personal items. The raven haired man walks down the same street the 'elf' is on, his hands twitching uneasily in his pant pockets. Everything he had, was gone. Kaput. That feeling of eruptions and vibrations from explosions running up his spine. Was he ever to feel that again? His hands felt naked enough. For once he felt...

vulnerable.

He closes his amber eyes and sighs deeply, blowing one of his loose strands of hair from tickling his nose before he lifts his head to see the dark skinned man walking down the street. He catches that curious look and he only eyes him back, with a slight accusing look. Obviously they met over the phone, but the bomber had no idea of that.*

[rogue_crow]

[The accusing look interests Zevran, if only because it's something intriguing and inexplicable, and he grins in return, not breaking his stride until he's within speaking distance of the other man. He has to look up at him, as usual; elves are shorter than humans as a rule.] You look angry, my friend. [It won't be hard to figure out who this is, Kimbley, given that he's got a distinctive accent and manner of speaking, plus that phrase~]

[muertederojo]

*His eyes widen in realization for a brief moment before he slowly smiles kindly. He faces the man.. elf.. whatever he was now and stares back down at him, his smile never faltering.*

Ah, Zevran. Nice to meet you in person this time. Kill anymore dragon-slayers lately?

*obviously that question was just for recognition for the shorter man's use*

[rogue_crow]

[Zevran lifts an eyebrow, then grins as he places Kimbley. Good, now he knows what the man looks like. That is something he wanted to know for...any number of reasons.] You say that as though you believe I make a hobby of it. [The grin becomes a smirk.]

[muertederojo]

But it's more than just a hobby, isn't it?

*he turns slightly, giving him a small knowing glance. Obviously there was something more to this man. And Kimbley was curious to find out what it was. If anything, perhaps they shared a same interest in the field of death.*

[rogue_crow]

[Since there's no one else likely to overhear in this context - and since Kimbley seems to have largely pieced things together for himself, a fact Zevran respects - he doesn't bother being nearly as dodgy now. Besides, he already told Olivier; who knows how far the word will spread now?] You could say that, yes. [The smirk grows.] But even so, I have yet to kill a dragon-slayer. Through no fault of my own, mind you.

[muertederojo]

*Kimbley was more restricted in giving out his information. But so many people knew him already from his world, there was no doubt word would get around. Kimbley could easily work around it of course.*

So, what type of people have you killed?

[rogue_crow]

The types whose deaths pay well.

[muertederojo]

*He barks out with a small laugh before he contains down to a small chuckle behind his pale hand.*

Very smart.

[rogue_crow]

[Well, clearly his new friend is practical, at the very least. Or easily amused. Or sadistic. Who knows? Who cares? Zevran can get along with any of the three~] Businesslike, really. I am quite good at my job.

[muertederojo]

That's what clients look for.

*He nods in agreement as he rubs his hands together, trying to calm his twitching down as he stuffs them back in his pockets*

[rogue_crow]

Clients look for results. [laughs] And, in any case, they did not hire us directly; they would contract our organization, which would then put up the job for any assassin to bid upon. Whoever agrees to do it for the smallest cut of the pay - and is judged to be the best suited for the task at hand, as well - gets the contract.

[muertederojo]

That's... very organized.

*Kimbley was mildly impressed. Though, if he was in that situation, he'd do... free-lancing*

[rogue_crow]

The Antivan Crows are feared throughout Thedas. [Zevran says this with...not exactly pride so much as ingrained respect.]

[muertederojo]

Huh... You must be from a different world. I have never heard of Thedas. I think this place is getting even more interesting.

[rogue_crow]

Clearly, since Thedas is quite a large continent. [Zevran grins.] Unless you are simply very bad at geography?