It was mid-summer and it was unusually hot by Ferelden standards. They made camp for the night and Alistair was grateful for a chance to remove his armor and make his way to the nearby stream to rinse off the sweat and dust from the day’s travels.
Just as Alistair sighed in relief at the feel of the cool water surrounding him, he heard a lustful chuckle coming from the bank of the stream. “My, my aren’t you a beautiful sight?” Zevran cooed. Alistair felt heat rush over his face and suddenly the stream no longer felt quite so cool.