"Not that I have seen, not yet. But I have not been here very long." Barely long enough to get the lay of the land for himself. There seems to be no war, no invading party, nothing but the plague recently that has been cured.

"Zevran Arainai, Zev to my friends." He sits forward, one elbow planted on the table, cheek resting against his palm. "Most of what I offer lies in hunting or cooking as there is not much call for my usual skillset in a place such as this. I would consider it a vacation of sorts if it were not for the lack of wine and the weather."