Mhmm. Nothing going on at all. Zevran quirks a brow but begins roughing out the shapes all the same- broad curves for Alistair, smaller, slimmer angles and lines for Beleth. He knows both of their faces and postures well enough for it to seem natural and it will not take long, truly, for him to finish.

"A dare or wager of some sort for Nathaniel's birthday, I think. It was not meant to be so great a production but me? I have a nose for profits and housing the Wardens is not cheaply done. Not with as much as they eat." And the expansions he means to have done before winter. "I hope this will raise enough for the next floor of the Guild house, truly."