"The sort that does not wish to be bothered by much of anyone." Zevran drew to a stop, offering this rather creatively offensive elf a hand out of the drift. He had grant her points for originality- even Oghren had not carved a blue streak quite so well or with half as much speed. No, his swearing had been slow and slurred, much like the dwarf himself up until the moment he was angry enough to sprint. "Though that might include us as well- is Skyhold not on the top of a mountain of sorts?"