Aneth ara... it would be, right? [Zevran speaks his Dalish well enough, though it carries his Antivan accent. He looks upon the girl fondly - he has a great respect for the Dalish, even if his own memories of them are rather conflicted. She seems sweet enough, though if she's Dalish, she's likely deadly.]

We are assigned to apartments here, though they are far better quality than what you may have seen in the alienage. [And what was a young woman of the People doing there, anyway? It's difficult not to think of his own mother's story. Oh, he tries not to.]

And personally, I find them more comfortable than an aravel - aside from the whole aspect of being a prisoner unable to leave.

Have you found your way yet, my friend?