[ It's difficult to extract himself from both Iorveth and the cat, but Astarion is nothing if not nimble. Once Iorveth is unconscious, Astarion crawls over him and onto his feet, stepping lightly on the creaky floorboards. Max couldn't care less that he's going; he only nuzzles closer to Iorveth, purring steadily.
The one benefit of having spent most of his life in taverns is that he learned where people—Flaming Fists included—tend to congregate. Even still, it's a good couple of hours before he returns, a brand new shiny dagger on his hip and blood on his shirt and palms. His cold skin is damp with the sweat of exertion, and he's sporting a nick to his chin and the beginnings of a pommel-shaped bruise to his temple, but he's mostly intact.
He's quite a bit clumsier about crawling back in to bed, made fatigued by the struggle. All he can do is try to avoid Iorveth's injured arm when he flops down into the crevice between the mattress and the wall. He's smearing blood and sweat on the sheets, but he really couldn't care less.
At least until Dolores finds them in the early morning and shrieks, dropping the plate of food she'd been carrying in shock. "Garl's golden nugget!" she squeals. ]
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The one benefit of having spent most of his life in taverns is that he learned where people—Flaming Fists included—tend to congregate. Even still, it's a good couple of hours before he returns, a brand new shiny dagger on his hip and blood on his shirt and palms. His cold skin is damp with the sweat of exertion, and he's sporting a nick to his chin and the beginnings of a pommel-shaped bruise to his temple, but he's mostly intact.
He's quite a bit clumsier about crawling back in to bed, made fatigued by the struggle. All he can do is try to avoid Iorveth's injured arm when he flops down into the crevice between the mattress and the wall. He's smearing blood and sweat on the sheets, but he really couldn't care less.
At least until Dolores finds them in the early morning and shrieks, dropping the plate of food she'd been carrying in shock. "Garl's golden nugget!" she squeals. ]