[If there's one thing a field that was recently on fire is lacking, it's shininess, and if pressed, Zevran would say that he's glad to be somewhere at least thematically familiar.

He grins, standing up and sweeping off his knees. It doesn't make him any cleaner, but it's really more about the gesture, after all.]

Hah! So long as it doesn't fall down or fly off, I will be happy. Otherwise, it can look however it wants.

[Then he crosses his arms and tilts his head to take a real look at the tent.]

I've never seen tents like these before in my life. They're certainly more... [He gestures at it with one hand, the other arm still pressed to his chest.] Fancy.