[Oh look, another shot of someone sleeping. Several... someones. It would seem Zevran managed to find those prostitutes Ezio was gifted with a while back.]
[Either way, the elf slowly sits up, and glances about the room. Very carefully, he turns toward a window, and slips out of the bed -- avoiding limbs in the process -- to peer out of it. Thankfully, the camera keeps to filming him above the waist, so as to prevent any lost virtue for various viewers.]
[Peering out the window, the assassin makes a face.]
[Because, you see, outside, there seems to be a line of
strange creatures. Strange creatures... wearing brightly colored outfits and dancing something that bears a strong resemblance to the Thriller Dance.]
I... see...
[And without further ado, Zevran promptly closes the window on his Nightmare, and goes back to bed.]