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[sonofthestorm]

[Leaning in the doorway of his oddly shaped quarters is Seth. He looks bored, the rodent invasion losing it's humor rather quickly after being bitten and finding that heel stomping the little bastards would only make more little bastards. The man had retreated to his quarters, discovered that the critters could not follow him inside and immediately

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[mmmleather]

Why should we play inside, when there are such interesting things outside?

[Says the elf, as he passes by the figure lounging in the doorway. He's carrying a torch, and what looks like a bottle of oil.]

[sonofthestorm]

[Seth arches an eyebrow. Nice pointy ears you've got there.]

Agreed. Off to torch some rodents?

[mmmleather]

[Nice flat ears you have there. Zevran shrugs.]

I am of the mind that, should one be able to do something to help themselves, one should. So, in that case, yes. I am off to torch some rodents.

[He looks Seth up and down... slowly.]

Though, should you have a better idea, I am, as the saying goes, all ears.

[sonofthestorm]

Oh no, you do what you want.

[Seth makes a lazy motion with his hand and pushes off the door frame.]

What's your plan exactly. Light the torch and wave it at them?

[mmmleather]

Oh, I plan on it.

[He shrugs, and the swords on his back rattle in their scabbards.]

Something to that effect. Except with more burning at the end. I am told they are rather vulnerable to fire.

[sonofthestorm]

Get a good blast of wind behind that thing and it'll burn them up a lot more.

[Flamethrowers are fun. Seth won't ask if he can tag along. He's just gonna shut the door of his house and follow anyway.]

[mmmleather]

Oh really?

[Zevran glances from the torch to the human, and back again.]

And when is this wind arriving, might I ask?

[sonofthestorm]

[He frowns a little, voice taking on a slight growl.]

That's what I want to know.

[Muttering done, he continues speaking as normal.]

Aerosol if you have one. Otherwise, breathe it out.

[mmmleather]

Pardon?

[He cants his head to the side at that, with a mild, curious expression.]

I am... not familiar with this aerosol. What is it?

[sonofthestorm]

A burst of air in a can, basically. Get that force behind the flame and you have yourself a flamethrower.

[Seth smirks and stuffs his hands in his pockets.]

If you ever find one, be sure to spray yourself in the eyes with it. You'll love it.

[mmmleather]

How... does one put air into a... a can, you said? Why would one put air into a can?

[Zevran shifts, tilting a hip out while he studies the human skeptically.]

I am not seeing how spraying air into my eyes would be pleasant. And I find many unusual things to be pleasant.

[sonofthestorm]

It's a mystery. Magic seems to be the most common bet.

[He gives Zevran a serious look when he voices this, almost challenging him to doubt his word further.]

You'd be surprised. It's addictive.

[mmmleather]

Magic can do many strange things... but I have never heard of it being used to put air in... cans.

[Zevran shakes his head.]

I believe I have enough addictions -- fine wine, fine shoes, pleasurable company... [And yes, he does indeed eye Seth as he says this.] ... without adding to the list.

[sonofthestorm]

[Seth shrugs.]

It has it's uses.

[And then frowns at the look Zevran is giving him.]

I ain't a pleasure of any kind.

[mmmleather]

Setting vermin aflame? I agree. That is most useful. But it would be more so, if we actually had some, yes?

[Zevran just smiles, and shrugs.]

Well, no. Right now you are being rather the killjoy of the moment, instead of the pleasure.