Zevran hauls and hefts, trying not to think too hard about the fur, the color the eyes. Demon he might be but- he seems as honestly befuddled as anyone else. "You know, I do not think anyone has actually named the village as of yet? But we are in a village."

A beat.

"That is worlds away from any of our own."

Another, longer beat. "And there are monsters in the mountains that might consume us all!"

Honestly about that he sounds...far too cheerful. For him, it is a day ending in Y. More or less. "But right now? You are in the Fountain Park, and I shall take you to the Inn where you may warm and dry yourself by the fire, yes?"