We Are the Dalish

When the Grey Warden invited Zevran into her tent the first night after sparing his life, Zevran thought he understood. She was Dalish and beautiful and none of her companions were of her race. Zevran was quite a handsome elf. If warming his new mistress' bed was the price he paid for his life, well, Zevran could think of many worse things. In fact, he might consider it a bonus.