[Teren listens without interrupting, nodding periodically or pulling a face, but she doesn't speak again until Zevran has finished. Then she looks at him, eyes slightly narrowed.]

It does ramble, doesn't it. [She taps her chin, thinking over the details for a good few minutes.]

What I've gleaned is that nearly killing a man is forgivable as long as you make up for it by... what, saving a fairy? Killing a dragon, then telling on the person who had the good sense to step in when you've gone off to feel sorry for yourself?

[She squints out at the sea, vaguely displeased.]

And why was everything bloody enchanted? Normal dogs can deliver messages.