[ For once, Astarion doesn't trail behind Iorveth blindly with no idea (or interest in) where they're going. There's hardly anyone who knows the streets of Baldur's Gate like him, even though they look different in the sunlight. He could have navigated back to Araj's workshop with his eyes closed.
When they make it to the accursed place, Astarion peers down the cobblestoned street at the young man Iorveth so politely named a "grunt". He isn't wrong; the rookie might even be younger than Wyll, and he's an obvious newcomer to the ranks by his complete and total lack of situational awareness. He's focused on himself, whatever menial task he's been assigned, and little else. ]
Mm, [ Astarion hums in acknowledgement. ] I could distract him while you do [ —he waves a hand vaguely— ] whatever it is that you're here to do.
[ Assuming that Henrik hasn't already put a call out to arrest any pale, white-haired, impossibly handsome elves. Best case scenario, he's dead. Second best case scenario, he's too injured to plaster wanted posters all over the Gate. Third best case scenario, this tenderfoot barely remembers what side of his sword to poke people with, much less the descriptions of two criminal elves. He's willing to roll the dice. ]
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When they make it to the accursed place, Astarion peers down the cobblestoned street at the young man Iorveth so politely named a "grunt". He isn't wrong; the rookie might even be younger than Wyll, and he's an obvious newcomer to the ranks by his complete and total lack of situational awareness. He's focused on himself, whatever menial task he's been assigned, and little else. ]
Mm, [ Astarion hums in acknowledgement. ] I could distract him while you do [ —he waves a hand vaguely— ] whatever it is that you're here to do.
[ Assuming that Henrik hasn't already put a call out to arrest any pale, white-haired, impossibly handsome elves. Best case scenario, he's dead. Second best case scenario, he's too injured to plaster wanted posters all over the Gate. Third best case scenario, this tenderfoot barely remembers what side of his sword to poke people with, much less the descriptions of two criminal elves. He's willing to roll the dice. ]