[ The crooked smile becomes slightly more crooked as it shrinks. They are happy, he did this, and he is glad for them but...it brings to mind his questions, his aches.
The rather large looming puzzle that had been a Chevalier.
Zevran drowns it with a swig of brandy- offering the flask rather than his lips. ]
It could be worse. [ He clears his throat, forces a little bit of idle cheer into his voice. ] It could be Starkhaven whiskey- now there is a foul brew.
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The rather large looming puzzle that had been a Chevalier.
Zevran drowns it with a swig of brandy- offering the flask rather than his lips. ]
It could be worse. [ He clears his throat, forces a little bit of idle cheer into his voice. ] It could be Starkhaven whiskey- now there is a foul brew.