After a long day of patching up his wounds, finding new armor, finding somewhere safe and defensible enough for his paranoid sensibilities, finding a reputable source of herbs or his poisons- Zevran finds he is wanting for a few simple tripwire traps to set around his chosen living space and is, alas, fresh out of wires and springs to do it himself. Because traveling such a long way means traveling light and he had not had the room to spare.
Marvelous.
Some questions asked here or there lead him 'round the camps at word of a Dalish elf crafting what he needs. Knowing well the quality of such things he'd rather check this particular vendor before hitting the more human smith. Hunters must be inventive and stealthy- and he's bought Dalish before. Fantastic work.
Nearly as fantastic as the elf himself, Zevran thinks, as he comes close enough to pick him out among the detritus of his work. He normally isn't one to think much of Vallaslin, the designs hold no true meaning to him but- Maker if they do not do something lovely to this elf's eyes. "When I heard someone was selling traps I had expected a grizzled hunter with as many wrinkles as he had scars. Color me pleasantly surprised."
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Marvelous.
Some questions asked here or there lead him 'round the camps at word of a Dalish elf crafting what he needs. Knowing well the quality of such things he'd rather check this particular vendor before hitting the more human smith. Hunters must be inventive and stealthy- and he's bought Dalish before. Fantastic work.
Nearly as fantastic as the elf himself, Zevran thinks, as he comes close enough to pick him out among the detritus of his work. He normally isn't one to think much of Vallaslin, the designs hold no true meaning to him but- Maker if they do not do something lovely to this elf's eyes. "When I heard someone was selling traps I had expected a grizzled hunter with as many wrinkles as he had scars. Color me pleasantly surprised."