"My name is Zevran- and what I want? Is a word." Or five, truly. He set the lantern down to the left of him and just as he was aware of how to hold himself in the light to be most appealing? He was aware of how to sit in the shadows to appear menacing, dangerous. He kept his tone light, his hands bare of any blade; though that might change.

"You've already made a name for yourself among the mages and, truly, I do not care about that. But you're starting to make yourself known among the elves and there? I take issue." Several, even.