I bet there are rooms here we could make good use of. [ Rowan finally gets his drink and takes a long hard swig of it, offering the other half to Zevran. Don't ask what it is. He probably doesn't even know but it tastes like piss and reminds him of home. With his other hand he gently cards his fingers through Zevran's hair, idly undoing one of the braids he usually wears. Oops, how did that happen? ]

Huh. Maybe. She said most events played out the same, save for a few key differences. [ Like him being dead and a man instead of alive and a woman. ] Could always ask if you see her.