[It's unnaturally quiet. Once he notices, it sets every nerve jangling, instinct screaming at him. Maybe he's being paranoid? Maybe everything's quiet because they're making so much noise. Still, it's not a thing he'll chance.
Sliding a dagger out of his boot, Zevran calls up into the tree, eyes on the woods around them. He Does Not Like This.]
Lance? Don't move and don't speak; I promise, I'll be right back.
[By the time Lance glances down, he'll see no trace where the elf was: Zev's gone stealth and is sneaking off to investigate their surroundings.]
iiiiiii'm suuuuure.
Sliding a dagger out of his boot, Zevran calls up into the tree, eyes on the woods around them. He Does Not Like This.]
Lance? Don't move and don't speak; I promise, I'll be right back.
[By the time Lance glances down, he'll see no trace where the elf was: Zev's gone stealth and is sneaking off to investigate their surroundings.]