(closed) the coldest story ever told

[byblow]

WHO: Zevran Arainai, Maxwell Trevean, Pel Ashara, Salem Ghilan, Alistair
WHAT: A Dalish mage Ron Swanson, a Dalish warrior who throws eggs, an Antivan assassin and his many knives, a Warden who's probably technically exiled, and one single actual human nobleman on whom we are hanging all of our hopes and dreams try to make a dude stop being a big meanie.
WHEN: Haring 5-?
WHERE: Northern Ferelden
NOTES: Plotting post!

Comments

[ombranera]

A

A fine house with a real bed and decent meals. Even if there is some leering at his being an elf and an Antiva, Zevran is pleased to take the room offered and spoil himself with a proper mattress. Or hiding in the kitchen to listen to some gossip. Or checking the locks of the remainder of the doors of the rooms offered the members of the Inquisition- going so far as to offer to string up some manner of alarm for the occupants along the windows and doors and showing how to disable them if they so wish. These are to be his people for the time being, and showing them any less consideration would be unworthy of him.

Or at the very least would earn scowling from Alistair.

B

Where there are nobles and their houses- there are secrets or trinkets to be found. Considering how strongly Kildarn feels about these refugees and how disconcerted he seemed about the guests the Inquisition sent to handle the situation- Zevran was not at all adverse to poking around to find said trinkets and secrets. There is no reason for him to not, truly, as the man has not endeared himself to Zevran in the slightest. Then again there may be personal bias at work- who knows.

It starts innocently enough- him pacing the areas they are allowed, complimenting the art, the decor, the rugs- for a Fereldan noble he certainly seemed to have a taste for the finer things. Later when most would be asleep, or when most are out of the house he finds the doors that were locked and makes his attempts to pick them.

C

WILDCARD.