[ While the young Fist is occupied with Astarion, Iorveth slips from shadow to shadow until he reaches the ledge that used to separate the top and bottom floors of Araj's workshop. It's slow going－ thanks to the fire, there's not much to hide behind－ but the recruit is busy trying to strike up conversation with the "pretty elf" (he better fucking watch it), which helps.
As he tries to find a safe and discreet way to drop down to the charred rubble without causing a landslide, Iorveth hears:
"Think I've been told to look out for someone like you. Pretty wood elf with silver hair, travelin' in a pair with another wood elf with one eye."
The kid's clearly not been paying too much attention to his briefings; a wood elf with silver hair? Gods. Iorveth tries not to roll his eye as he slowly eases himself onto a beam, making good use of his expert sense of balance to shimmy downwards.
Meanwhile, the Fist continues: "Looks like you aren't with anyone, though. Don't look like a wood elf, either." The young man sniffs, trying not to sneeze from all the ash in the air. "Never seen a wood elf so pretty."
Oh, the kid really better watch it. Iorveth scowls, but drops down onto the first floor and starts looking through the furniture that's survived the explosion. ]
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As he tries to find a safe and discreet way to drop down to the charred rubble without causing a landslide, Iorveth hears:
"Think I've been told to look out for someone like you. Pretty wood elf with silver hair, travelin' in a pair with another wood elf with one eye."
The kid's clearly not been paying too much attention to his briefings; a wood elf with silver hair? Gods. Iorveth tries not to roll his eye as he slowly eases himself onto a beam, making good use of his expert sense of balance to shimmy downwards.
Meanwhile, the Fist continues: "Looks like you aren't with anyone, though. Don't look like a wood elf, either." The young man sniffs, trying not to sneeze from all the ash in the air. "Never seen a wood elf so pretty."
Oh, the kid really better watch it. Iorveth scowls, but drops down onto the first floor and starts looking through the furniture that's survived the explosion. ]