Zevran Arainai

[Hello Vertiline temple district! How are you today? Still snowed in? Pity.

Surely, your remember the elf who left your sheltering bosom well over a week ago? On an exploration expedition? Well. He's back. And looks more like something the cat dragged in, rather than the cheerful, flirtatious elf he usually is. He's just... plodding wearily through the snow, making for the temple itself.

There's frost in his hair, and a definite blue tinge to usually tan and healthy skin. Unless anyone intercepts him on his way to the temple, he's just going to slip inside, and all but sprawl against a wall.

He probably should head to his pod, but sitting down is good. He'll get up later. When it stops being so cold and he stops being so tired.]

[Hello, Vertiline.

Look at your mate, now back to Zevran. Now back to your mate. Now back to Zevran. Sadly, they aren't Zevran. But if they stopped smashing statues and came to hang out in the temple baths, they could smell like they were Zevran.

Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're in the temple baths with the elf your mate could smell like. What's in your hand? Back to Zevran -- it's your clothes, because who takes a bath with their clothes on?

Look again! Your clothes are now a towel and/or bath products. Anything you like, because you're facing a man who smells like an elf and not a dwarf.

... He's in the baths.]