[Zevran comes to Max not with one knife, but several. Small, large, balanced for throwing, curved or serrated for slicing and tearing, thin for filleting- a plethora of blades from which to choose and each he has a ready demonstration and word in mind for Max. The Mage will not wander into battle unarmed.
He certainly isn't expecting the uniform. It's enough to give him pause, melt some of the seriousness from his expression.]
[Action]
He certainly isn't expecting the uniform. It's enough to give him pause, melt some of the seriousness from his expression.]
Now that...is quite appealing.