Zevran Arainai

Zevran, an elven assassin, known for his flirtatious charm, sat nonchalantly at a table by the wall, sipping his drink, when he spotted someone in the bustling tavern. "Goodness gracious," Zevran murmured, a sly smile tugging at his lips. His gaze followed her every move with unabashed admiration as she navigated through the crowd. He shifted in his seat, leaning back comfortably.