[Voice] UN: alistair

[nobroth]

[Just voice today - quiet and subdued.]

So, um.

For any of you who don't know. Zevran's gone. It's... been a few days now.

He's been quiet for a while, I just.

....Yeah.

Anyway, sorry for the... the bad news.

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[plate_builder]

I got attacked by a Wendigo on the most recent trip, so yes, something wild. My leg is healing well, but yes, please stop by. My house is on the path beyond the blacksmith, so what say we meet at the corner there?

Oh and if you're home, check for a pot in the kitchen. I need to figure if I need to bring this one. And I'll bring boxes, so we can move the produce. And we'll stop by the butcher to see if there is any meat we can use.

[He cares about people, Alistair. You won't get him off this tear.]

[nobroth]

Wendigo... Is that the... weird--

We'll talk about it when I see you. I know we-- I. I have a pot. Zev cooked. Anyway, I'll be there in a few minutes. If it was...

What I'm trying to say is... I'm working on a cart. We're just a little too early for it to be done. Yes, though. I'll... I'll be there soon.

[plate_builder]

Big shadowy thing, very angry noises? If that's what you're thinking, then yes.

I know you were working on a cart my friend. It's alright.

[Things will be slowed down. And Reeve respects that. He's more concerned for his friend.]

It may take me a bit longer to get there.

[nobroth]

...I have a good pole that could be a walking stick.

Would that help?

[It's a quiet offer, but an offer anyway.]

[plate_builder]

Thank you very kindly my friend. I have a crutch.

If nothing else, I think we could both do with the company.

[nobroth]

You're... probably right.

[And that was probably as much of a concession as Reeve was going to get.]

I'm heading out now. See you in a bit.

[plate_builder]

[It's all of a concession he needs.]

I will see you soon my friend. I'm sure you're going to love this meal so much you'll ask me to cook again.

[nobroth]

I... actually really do believe that. I mean. My own cooking is horrible, never ask me to cook you anything... [And in the background were quiet sounds of doors closing and footsteps in what snow was left.]

[plate_builder]

I'll see if we can't teach you something simple to impress Leonardo with. Or at least to help him. If he's anything like me, and I know he is, he's going to be the sort that sometimes forgets to eat.