The visit to the house had been...strained, but not wholly unpleasant. They'd had time enough for Zevran to show Isaac his poison and trap workroom, to collect a few of less delicate of his projects and less lethal, a few of his furs, a few meals and bottles of wine, and a plethora of his knives. He's far more comfortable with these despite the hands he has not being his own for the moment.

Laying traps and tripwires around the apartment they've chosen for the week is quick work once he walks Isaac through their function and purpose; the Forgemaster is a quick study. Now that they're set with their food and furs and Zevran has the peace of mind to relax and actually listen-

He hears the whispers.

"...Do you hear that?"