A blast of raucous noise and the faint smell of alcohol told him they had arrived where they were going, and he could get this Maker cursed blindfold off. He'd swear he almost dislocated his shoulder as he was pulled around a corner while he tried to walk straight.
Entering the tavern (obvious) to raucous cheers, his first thought was – who were all these people? He supposed they could have found some of the men he knew in the Templars, but it was only one monastery – how many could there be?
That question would have to wait, because another mystery was revealed as Zevran sidled up far to closely behind him to undo the blindfold. Of course, how could he be so stupid. It wasn't mage robes. They had put him in a dress. Ah well, maybe he could get the musicians to play the Remigold?