[A private audio message gone awry]

[threesovereigns]

[Zevran keeps his call to Roland's communicator audio only, trusting that if his quarry truly is paying attention to the goings-on in Poseidon, he'll know who he's talking to. His accent, he's well aware, is of a distinctive sort. ]

You, ser, are somewhat difficult to track down. I can respect that. I would normally take a hint that you prefer your privacy, [Which is only half a lie -- it depends on whether the elf is bored or not.] but I believe we may be able to help each other. I most humbly await your reply.


[[OOC Note: As per mod notes, Zevran will be getting a few wrong numbers before he manages to get through to Roland. I have brain power to have 3 or 4 non-Roland people get this, if you want to reply!]]

Comments

[threesovereigns]

That would be because it was not meant for you, my lady. But! Now that fate has thrown us together, perhaps I may still assist such a dulcet voice.

[diplomaticsolutions]

I'm not aware of any assistance that I require.

[threesovereigns]

Ah, then I shall bid you good day, lady. Think on me if you find yourself with future needs.

[The weighting on 'needs' suggests he'd happily help with rather more than just carrying groceries.]

[diplomaticsolutions]

[A slight pause, wondering if she should be reading in to that.]

I'll keep that in mind- I'm Padmé, by the way.

[threesovereigns]

[It's Zevran. She should always be reading into it. He smirks to himself at the pause, and opts to do a little more spreading of an alias around.]

Should you think of me again, then you may call me 'Crow'.

[diplomaticsolutions]

If I do happen to, I will, Crow.