[It is a very pleasant bed Zevran wakes in. Very comfortable, the ornate fabric and soft nature of the mattress has him thinking that a great deal of the past had been nothing more than a terrible dream. That he is yet in Antiva, still with the Crows. A pretty prison for pretty slaves. He doesn't recall being sent on any particular job, but it won't matter if he can't find whoever it was he'd spent the night with. Zev stretches, frowns at an odd sensation on his back, that odd fluttering noise, and finally the strange creature hovering close to the bed.
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That.
That was a very small golem.
So he'd been sent to another mage.
And he without his magebane.
Brasca.]