"Four more? I'm surprised that I'm finding you on your own then - you haven't been swarmed for them yet" He chuckles lightly as he stops short of Zevran and takes a seat in front of him, shifting a bit to get comfortable as he continues to eye the flowers. "They are rather beautiful... and magical." He can feel the small amount of lyrium from this distance.

With that said Sam sets the basket in front of Zev before leaning his elbows on his knees and resting his chin on the top of his hands. It's not exactly props, but the basket does have something from his talent. "How many daggers did you say a good assassin should have on him?"