Zevran
Zevran stayed long enough at the tavern to get a look at Lord Bennett. He was out the back door before Alistair's sword was completely unsheathed. Cloaked in shadows, Zevran followed the lord and his man-servant for quite some time until they turned down a quiet side street. He watched them for a few more moments to make sure they were the only ones within earshot.
"My lord," Zevran stepped onto the street.
Lord Bennett and his servant turned around.
"My lady sends her regards."
A silver flash of a poisoned blade drew a crimson spray from Bennett's throat. He fell to his knees and then face down into a pool of blood, cooling in the late afternoon.
The elven servant looked at his fallen lord and then to Zevran. "Is your lady hiring?"
Zevran stepped back into the shadows without another word.
