Now there's a new face- or rather an old face having wandered back after such a time as to be new again. Zevran had seen the Bull wandering about in his earliest days but never truly approached; the Charger was massive and had his hands full in his own affairs- but tonight?

He did not strike Zevran as a man overburdened with urgent purpose. After a set (a rather light hearted one as that seemed to be the mood), Zevran wove his way across to sit opposite the Qunari, bearing the gift of another round. "I was tasked with bringing this over, lest you make the serving girl swoon with your next line."