[ An elf in leather armor, no less. Well oiled and tended to but- armor. Not something many of those that aren't Dalish tend to wear but Zevran had been traveling alone and being safe is far more important than being covert.

Even so the hastily stitched slashes along one side are probably obvious once the healer finishes up with his current patient. Zevran does not mind waiting. ]

I am slightly punctured in one shoulder and slashed across the ribs. The wounds are about four hours old and I bandaged them as best I could, but... [ He shrugs- his good shoulder obviously- and begins disarming himself, creating a pile of an increasingly large number of daggers he'd had hidden on his person. ] I am no healer, as you can see. You will not be terribly scandalized if I simply strip down before you, I hope?