[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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[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.