"So you left a woman at the altar. So what? That happens every day in Antiva." Commoners did it, Nobles did it, a more opportune match is found and they marry them instead, someone dies of something or other and is assassinated so they marry someone safer, so on and so forth. It happened. When nobles and Crows were involved it happened more often.

"Then come stay with me." Zevran shrugged. "I am uninvolved and honestly, while this explains quite a bit it was some time ago, yes? What relevance does this have on the current state of things? Precious little. Next time take backup. Or you'll be the next wandering undead I have to set fire to and that will be quite unfortunate for Max, wouldn't you say?"