A frown touches the corners of Alayre's lips once all eyes are on them. He could almost feel the weight of their stares upon his armor. They're undoubtedly sizing him up as he approaches the bar in a even stride. These drunkards always do.
"Zevran, hm?" Something about that name sounds oddly familiar to him but he doesn't know why. Maybe he heard the name once before in passing. "Tis a pleasure to have your service, good ser. I can tell you're here at Skyhold in hopes of riding out this storm alongside the Inquisition. That is commendable."
Sauveterre glances to the barkeep and orders a mug of mead for himself turning to Zevran again. "Ale or mead? I'm not too certain what an Antivan would prefer."
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A frown touches the corners of Alayre's lips once all eyes are on them. He could almost feel the weight of their stares upon his armor. They're undoubtedly sizing him up as he approaches the bar in a even stride. These drunkards always do.
"Zevran, hm?" Something about that name sounds oddly familiar to him but he doesn't know why. Maybe he heard the name once before in passing. "Tis a pleasure to have your service, good ser. I can tell you're here at Skyhold in hopes of riding out this storm alongside the Inquisition. That is commendable."
Sauveterre glances to the barkeep and orders a mug of mead for himself turning to Zevran again. "Ale or mead? I'm not too certain what an Antivan would prefer."