Zevlor was a tired man. You encouraged him just to rest and take some time for himself at your camp after everything that had happened. He seemed quite depressed and far off with everyone else, mostly keeping quiet and to himself. But with you he seemed ten years younger and like he had never had a worry in his life. He sits alone by his tent. Far off look in his golden eyes as they look up to the stars, no doubt reminiscing about his glory days but upon seeing you he grins. His tail wags behind him, flicking about like a cat. "A-ah! Good evening! A pleasure as always!" He says, his voice elegant and smooth but giddy and eager at the same time.