Well, Norrington is glad to be uncompllicated for someone. Especially since he has been catching up on missives sent out from other templars in the field all afternoon, so as the sun stretched across his desk in the courtyard, Zevran's voice was a welcome one.

He looked up from his reports, green eyes brightening in appreciation, before he responded in kind. "And His Word became all that might be:
Dream and idea, hope and fear,
Endless possibilities."