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[After a moment's fiddling where muted swearing can be heard but precious little seen the feed flicks on to display one terribly bored looking tanned elf. Between the set of his jaw and the twist of his lips the displeasure he's been feeling for the last however long is quite visible, though he does his best to put on a charming smile for the ship.]

I know when we arrive on this very fine vessel we are given, without our consent, a mark for purposes in keeping tally of who is on the ship, translation, so on and so forth. And while it is a nicely done tattoo it is not precisely to my taste, mm?

[He turns his cheek to the camera, tracing a line up the black curves marked up from jaw to temple.]

These now, I like a great deal more and it makes me wonder if there is anyone else that would rather regain just a little bit of themselves by choosing a tattoo of their own design and placement to make up for what was graciously given without asking. I've skill and experience in the art and would be willing to lend my services to anyone interested.

My supplies at the moment are somewhat limited but depending upon what you would like done I am certain we could come to some sort of arrangement.

[Please. Someone. Anyone. It'll be something to do, some sort of project, something to focus on and while his expression is not quite pleading it is eager for some manner conversation centered around something he can understand for once.]

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You've probably met the guy here at least once. Daylen Amell? He's not bad.

The ale is almost as nice a perk as the beds! Dwarven ale tastes like rat piss compared to what's brewed topside.

[ she laughs. ]

I've got the advantage. He's afraid of women.

Aaaah, Daylen. He is a fine man indeed. A bearing like his I would follow for quite a while, perhaps even unto the Deep Roads. Or into a warm bed after copious amounts of ale...

[Focus, Zev, focus.]

I knew he looked at me a little more intently once he knew I wasn't a woman.

You'd need to be drunk to do that? really? Here I was under a different impression.

[ she grins. ] He is a good leader. I followed him out of the Deep Roads after he rescued me, and he hasn't taken me any where weird since.

I knew it! I pretended to give in to his constant badgering once and he was speechless. It was a great moment.

[ to hear silence instead of more ridiculously crude invitations to sleep with him. :v ]

Me? Oh no, the ale is for him. He is always so very tense whenever I see him. Perhaps I ought to offer him one of my Antivan massages. What do you think?

[Zevran can't help but crack a laugh at that. Oghren? Stunned silent? Will wonders never end!]

Oh what I might have paid to see that for myself!

I don't know. He's always been tense and kind of aloof when he isn't playing twenty-questions. But here, he's different. More.. tense. And almost sad, too.

The tension can be worked on, but I don't know if sex can magically cure some one from being sad.

[ although it can help a little. if she knew daylen better, she could give zevran better advice. ]

You should have seen it. I swear he started getting tongue-tied when I lied and said I'd had my fair share of dusters in Dust Town. He's a prime example of "actions speak louder than words".

No, but it would give him something to be quite happy about for some time, would it not? It won't fix everything, but it may make what can't be fixed a bit easier to bear.

[All the practicality of a prostitute and none of the diseases.]

Ah, I shall regret not being there for a long while. It must have been a thing of beauty.

I don't think trying can hurt any thing.

[ really, she didn't know zevran is sweet on the commander! that's interesting. ]

The silence was beautiful.

[Sigrun will quickly learn that Zevran is 'sweet' on most everyone until given good reason to not. Flirty elf.]

I envy you that experience. The only way I was able to make him quiet was to suggest he wished to bed me, and even then it did not last long.

[ oh, well! that's nothing she's not become used to over the past few months. ]

Why am I not surprised? He was constantly trying to pick me up. When I was annoyed enough to pretend to give in, he had nothing to say about it.

I could have saved myself a lot of headaches if I'd done that earlier.

When presented with apparent, albeit mocking, compliance he has no idea what to do aside from sputter.

Isn't that the truth! He's all talk.

But he has his moments. He told Velanna, a Dalish mage the Commander recruited that dwarves are born as rocks. Pink rocks are girls, grey ones are boys. And she bought it! [ she laughs. ]

It was some thing you had to be there to see.

...I think he attempted to spin that line on Alistair. And to be completely honest? I have no idea whether or not he believed Oghren.

But he could have? [ she might just bust out laughing. ]

Considering the way that Oghren faced it and that Sten briefly convinced Alistair that he granted wishes whilst in a cage in Lothering? My coin would be on yes.

Are you serious? Wow.

He has quite the humble beginnings, does King Alistair

So he has perspective! That's awesome.

I've been teaching that to one of our companions over the past few months. He's come a long way.

I'd imagine a woman of your background would have much to offer.

[See, he didn't go for the easy joke of height. Be proud, Sigrun!]

Oh, believe me, I do! And what about you?

[ she says this just as cheerfully, b/c he's not the tallest himself, either. ]

Oh I've my own angles from which to form opinions and vantage points in certain discussions.

[All the smug grinning. All of it.]

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