[ The confidence with which the silver (ivory?)-haired elf makes his case helps to convince the young Fist; he puffs up at the compliment (?), pleased that he was recognized as a man of the law, and pleased to be called "indescribable" (which he has likely interpreted as "incredible").
"Just doin' my..." What was the term again? Oh, yeah. "...Due diligence. As a man of the law."
Flexing his authority, if one will. Iorveth can hear the Fist step closer to Astarion, boots shuffling in the debris.
"I'm up-and-comin', y'know. The kind of guy you should be friendly with."
He's really pushing his luck. Iorveth pulls open a cabinet drawer and finds a vial of mystery fluid that he pockets in his pack, quickly (but quietly) making his way through the rubble. He nearly trips over the broken lock of a hatch in the ground, which prompts the Fist to look over his shoulder and squint in the direction of the noise. ]
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"Just doin' my..." What was the term again? Oh, yeah. "...Due diligence. As a man of the law."
Flexing his authority, if one will. Iorveth can hear the Fist step closer to Astarion, boots shuffling in the debris.
"I'm up-and-comin', y'know. The kind of guy you should be friendly with."
He's really pushing his luck. Iorveth pulls open a cabinet drawer and finds a vial of mystery fluid that he pockets in his pack, quickly (but quietly) making his way through the rubble. He nearly trips over the broken lock of a hatch in the ground, which prompts the Fist to look over his shoulder and squint in the direction of the noise. ]