The elf's attitude endeared Legolas to him thoroughly. A bright spot in a place that seemed quite dark from the moment of his arrival, and though Zevran spoke of demons coming from the rift still, it would all be somewhat easier to stomach with pleasant companions.

"Well met, Zevran, or as we say in Arda, êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn." Melodic and smooth, made even more so by Legolas's fair voice. He nodded curiously to the journal tucked safely under Zevran's arm, "Were you taking notes of those arriving?"