[ "Of course," she replies, plucking bits of egg from Max's whiskers. "You can never be too careful these days, with the way things are." Astarion gets the sense that she isn't a fan of Baldur's Gate's recent sociopolitical situation, and he can hardly blame her. The city is an even bigger mess than it was before now that Gortash and his Steel Watchers are around, and the Fists are complicit if they're just letting it happen.
Oh, well. He's sure Gortash will end up dead sooner rather than later, if Karlach's burning hatred of him is anything to go by. ]
Aren't you the sweetest thing? [ he coos, and Dolores blushes a little, pleased. ] Ah, while you're at it, perhaps you could replace that breakfast. I fear our journey from the north has left us rather famished.
[ It's been a long time since he had to eat food himself, but he's pretty sure Iorveth should be feeling hungry again by now. It's right around this time, after all, that Gale would usually be cooking up something for the group (sans Astarion).
"You poor boys!" Dolores stands, ruined breakfast in one hand while the other brushes against her skirt. "Luckily for you, I always make big portions. My husband could eat us out of house and home. I'll be back, don't you worry." ]
You're a doll, [ Astarion says sweetly. The moment she's out of the room, though, he flops back down with an exasperated sigh. ] The woman lives in the Gate and she's still scandalized by a little light murder?
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Oh, well. He's sure Gortash will end up dead sooner rather than later, if Karlach's burning hatred of him is anything to go by. ]
Aren't you the sweetest thing? [ he coos, and Dolores blushes a little, pleased. ] Ah, while you're at it, perhaps you could replace that breakfast. I fear our journey from the north has left us rather famished.
[ It's been a long time since he had to eat food himself, but he's pretty sure Iorveth should be feeling hungry again by now. It's right around this time, after all, that Gale would usually be cooking up something for the group (sans Astarion).
"You poor boys!" Dolores stands, ruined breakfast in one hand while the other brushes against her skirt. "Luckily for you, I always make big portions. My husband could eat us out of house and home. I'll be back, don't you worry." ]
You're a doll, [ Astarion says sweetly. The moment she's out of the room, though, he flops back down with an exasperated sigh. ] The woman lives in the Gate and she's still scandalized by a little light murder?