"Much like you said it was like your Apple, this is like my power." Zevran does not roll his eyes, does not let more than the barest edges of frustration with the situation slip past his otherwise civil mask through- though it is a near thing. Trapped on a mountain, that is fine. Trapped on a mountain with men he finds...

Trying? Delightful fun. "I shared my life of my world with Alistair upon his arrival. Apparently, things were...quite different with his Warden. I wished him to know and held him and we were able to experience that which we had not lived." Something in the magic of this place- but it had been him and not this shrine, by the fountain.

"A message? No. I received nothing of the sort. Perhaps it is like the door? To the mansion on the eve before First Day."