[Hello Nautilus.]
[Look at yourself, now back to your comm, now back at yourself, now back to your comm. Fortunately, there is an elf in your comm. The elf you yourself could be dating if you were into that kind of thing.]
[Look down. Back up. What is he doing? He's engaged in a lively conversation with a mirror image of the elf you could be dating. What's in his hand? Back to Zevran -- it's a little knife, because he's also sharpening it as he speaks.]
[Look again! That elf is not speaking Fereldan English or anything of the sort and probably spilling some horrible secrets. Anything he wants to say, when he's speaking Antivan instead of English Fereldan.]
[... He's on your network.]
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