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[rogue_crow]

[Zevran has recently discovered that, in Mayfield, he has a job. This initially bemused him, since it seemed kind of a baffling switch from being an assassin...but, after investigating his workplace and what his job actually entails, he's actually quite pleased and intrigued by the possibilities

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[katto_katto]

[Zevran has a co-worker]

Oh hello there!

[rogue_crow]

[Zevran jumps slightly; he's currently assembled a small stockpile of drugs of rather suspect nature and is debating what to mix and in what quantities, what to potentially slip in his pocket when he leaves, who he might provide the eventual end products to and for what price, etcetera...not the sorts of activities he particularly wants someone observing him at. However, he quickly turns to the man and smiles, shifting so that his body blocks most of what he was doing.] Hello, my friend! I don't believe we've met.

[katto_katto]

[He notices of course, and only cares in the sense that it might be something to use later on]

Permit me to introduce myself. I am called Z.E. Wallachia.

[rogue_crow]

An unusual name. Mine is Zevran.

[katto_katto]

I could the say for yours. But a pleasure.

[rogue_crow]

[Seeing as this person doesn't seem like a drone, Zevran decides to angle for some information.] So, have you been here long?

[katto_katto]

Ahh, a few months. Isn't it a lovely town?

[rogue_crow]

I'm afraid it pales in comparison to my Antiva City.

[katto_katto]

Ah, there is no place like home, correct?

Pity this is home now.

[rogue_crow]

Speak for yourself.

[katto_katto]

I have nothing to go back to, you see.

[rogue_crow]

I suppose I don't either, really, save some exciting attempts on my life if I try to go back to my own country. Perhaps even if I don't. But I think I would still rather risk death at the hands of assassins in my homeland than risk death at the hands of who knows what in a strange place I never wished to come to.

[katto_katto]

I assure you, you still have more options than I do.