[Zev folds up his umbrella and sets his tray of coffee drinks aside, settling across from the Sister.]

Andraste was a prophet, the wife of the Maker. A woman of great purity, wisdom, and if the Chantry is to be believed, beauty.

[Zevran takes a sip of the vanilla flavored beverage and smiles to himself, sitting back and explaining what he knows of Andraste to the best of his ability. It is paraphrased here and there, spoken simply, honestly, and sincerely.]