Well, okay, maybe less fascinating than watching the man speak in general. On the other hand, there are so many words being said that have absolutely no meaning to Zevran, fresh out of Ferelden. But whatever waffles are, they sound very good. If they're anything like the redwood of a man is describing, anyway.
(If Dresden is a tree, consider Zevran a squirrel, he thinks to himself, privately, for later.)
He's folded his arms, but somehow props a chin up on his hand. "I cannot pretend that I understand half of this," he admits, though he's grinning. "But your description makes it sound as if I am missing a place of legendary repute."
Or a place a certain smelly little dwarf man would haunt. Sometimes they're the same, though, shockingly.
That grin doesn't fade even slightly. "Why, I thought you would never ask. Maybe... we can find something to drink as well. As yours seems to have found a new home in your pants."
that icon is how he looks from Mt. Dresden
Well, okay, maybe less fascinating than watching the man speak in general. On the other hand, there are so many words being said that have absolutely no meaning to Zevran, fresh out of Ferelden. But whatever waffles are, they sound very good. If they're anything like the redwood of a man is describing, anyway.
(If Dresden is a tree, consider Zevran a squirrel, he thinks to himself, privately, for later.)
He's folded his arms, but somehow props a chin up on his hand. "I cannot pretend that I understand half of this," he admits, though he's grinning. "But your description makes it sound as if I am missing a place of legendary repute."
Or a place a certain smelly little dwarf man would haunt. Sometimes they're the same, though, shockingly.
That grin doesn't fade even slightly. "Why, I thought you would never ask. Maybe... we can find something to drink as well. As yours seems to have found a new home in your pants."