"Mmm." Zevran took the letter and gave it a quick once over- Dunner Mills? Now that name wasn't horribly familiar but if they had a pulse and a purse he could convince most that the value of one is a good deal higher than the other. Petty thuggery wasn't his usual sort but the Hold needed to become a hold, not a refugee camp. With how things were scattered and tempers were rising any little thing could set the whole lot off and they'd have a miniature mage-templar-civil war on their hands in the courtyard.

"As a favor to a friend of a friend? I would charge nothing- or perhaps hold a favor in reserve further down the line." Coin was well and good but with the upheaval in the world, favors and secrets were the most valued currency. "And if you have to ask about the law- well...probably better that you do not and give yourself a sound, comfortable slumber, yes?"

It wouldn't even take a proper dose of venom. Break in, flash a dagger, discuss the importance of the Inquisition- no one ever wanted to admit to being blackmailed or threatened by an elf. It was unthinkable or something like that.