Your sword sounds positively enchanting.

[Zevran raises an eyebrow. He's never understood warrior sorts, he thinks.]

Or perhaps it's enchanted.

I will be up to meet you in person in a few moments. Oh, and by the way - I am a Crow. Or a soon-to-be former Crow of the non-dead variety, which is rare enough indeed.

So you can be assured that our time apart is spent with me sharpening my blades... just in case! You never know what you will find in this fair city.