"Go on, touch it – it wont bite."
"Okay, fine." A female gasp could be heard. "Eww, it's all sticky." Replied a male voice.
"It's not my fault – you poked it to hard."
"Well, you told me to do it!"
Zevran, Leliana and Wynne looked to one another around the camp fire; eyebrows raised.
"What on earth are they doing in there?" Wynne gasped.
"I believe the noises speak for themselves." Zevran replied with a bit of a grin.
The female Grey Warden poked her head out from Alistair's tent.
"Zev, come here!" She smirked, beckoning him over with her hand. The elf got to his feet, a cocky grin still clinging to his lips.
"Oh really now, is there really a need to act like that?" Wynne chocked, Leliana mere shrugged, finishing off her stew as the assassin disappeared into the tent.
"Get your butt out of my face!"
"Well move over a bit so I can get in!"
"Oh dear Maker!" Wynne covered her face in embarrassment.
A few seconds later, Zev exited the tent with a rather disgusted look on his face. In his hand, he held a squished spider by its legs before throwing it into the fire.
"Not quite what I was expecting." He said with great disappointment in his voice.