He's heard the stories from some of their new... guests, but having more to work with is always good. If he was to do the mission he had been assigned it was best to get as much knowledge as possible. Last thing he needed was to be caught off guard due to a lack of information. They could not afford to lose any more than they already had.

So when he spots Zevran, Bruce immediately goes over to him. The crowds around him part as he moves - not due to reverence or anything, but from the wariness that comes when a man with an arm encased in lyrium crystals and an ever-unsettling gaze walks close to them.

Bruce pays no attention to them, his focus directed onto Zevran, and he walks up to him speaks without even giving the other a chance to talk. "I require your assistance." His voice is flat and toneless, as blank as the expression on his face.