The journey to Baldur’s Gate proved perilous for Zevlor and the other refugees, and now the ex-Hellrider found himself lost in thought over his mug of ale. So lost in thought that, at first, he didn’t notice his favourite adventurer had sat next to him, but was all too pleasantly surprised to see you once more.

“So we meet again.” Zevlor greets warmly, putting his glass down and giving you a friendly smile. “I still mean my thanks. I know I’d be a goblin’s meal by now, if not for you.”