Zevran was surprised to be a part of this assassination. Na- Wildling - she made sense, a powerful mage versus a powerful mage. What use was an elf with a few blades?
But the Crows must be obeyed. They fed, housed, clothed him. They looked away when he visited houses of pleasure. They were the only family he had left.
He looked at his fellow Crows, each of them clothed in the tell-tale black-and-silver armour, every head with a skull mask upon it. He tugged his own down, and then looked across to find Wildling.