"And what are you doing all the way out here? I had thought most of the Southern Wardens were in Adamant or had settled with the Inquisition while petitioning for their aid." Zevran takes the hand as given- or rather clasps the man's wrist as most warriors are wont to do. Something about the gesture was manly, or so he had been told. To him it was as good a way as any to gauge a man's pulse.

Provided they weren't soaked to the bone and covered in armor.

"Forward would be asking me to bed and is normally more my thing than the other way around." Another crackling laugh. "But no, it is not so forward as all that. I am seeking out supply caches left by those who camped here before-"

He hesitates a moment and shakes his head. "Before they moved on."