The Proving ends with something called a 'Silent Sister' winning, the dwarves roaring their approval. Zevran claps along, somewhat bemusedly. 

Blaze applauds as well, equally bemused.

"Shall we see what else passes for entertainment that isn't blood sport?"

"Yes. That would be...preferable."

Once they're out of the arena, and back into the city itself, Zevran gets chatting with a couple of dwarf ladies, who bat their eyes coyly at him.

Once he's got the information he wants, he kisses both their hands and turns back to Blaze and Sten. "Apparently, there's such a thing as nug racing. I'm terribly curious."

"-You can race nugs?"

"Hence why I am curious. I've only ever seen them hop languidly."

"Shall we then?"

"Lady Blaze," Zevran grins, offering his arm.

She giggles, and takes his arm.

Zevran heads further into what seems to be the poorer district, and directs them into a bar. 

The main room of the bar is taken up by a long course, with four cages at one end. 

"Let's get closer."

She sticks close to him.

Once they're settled near the course, a barmaid swishes her way over to them, grinning slyly. 

"Get you anything?"
Zevran smiles. "I'll have an ale, thank you."
"How about your wife?" The barmaid says, tilting her head to one side.

Blaze seems a little taken aback by that, but recovers. "I'm fine, thank you." Rests her hand on her stomach.

Zevran smiles fondly at Blaze. "Not my wife, simply a dear friend."

He points behind him to Sten. "My husband would probably appreciate something strong."

Sten questions why he even lets the elf live.

Blaze can't quite stop the giggle that that elicits.

"One good reason to keep you alive, elf."

"Ignore him, that's just how he flirts." The barmaid laughs, and saunters off.

Zevran turns his attention back to the nugs. "Which one do you think is the fastest? I think the spotty one, he looks zippy."

Blaze turns her own attention to the nugs. "I don't know. I wouldn't know how to tell."

"This is pointless."

"Hush, my love, it's all for fun."

He leans closer, gently tugging Blaze with him. "It's all about feeling. Mages channel from their will, no? What does your will tell you about the black one? Or that red and white one?"

"That they're nugs?"

"You aren't wrong there. But look how the black one seems to cower at the back, where the spotty one is crouched at the front. That tells you something, yes?"

"Not to discount the one everyone else does."