[ Right, the worm. Sometimes Iorveth forgets that he has a parasite lodged in his brain, with all the additional mess of Bhaalists and shapeshifters and also that one weird Wulbren Bongle drama that Karlach desperately wants Iorveth to care about (spoilers, Iorveth does not care about the Wulbren Bongle drama).
Hugging Astarion to his side, he plucks the half-open novel from his lap and sets it back onto the stack of pilfered books on his bedside table. ]
Depending on how quickly Lae'zel makes us march towards our objective.
[ She might have made more headway on finding Orin in the sewers; Iorveth has been neglecting his duties to be in the know, which is very uncharacteristic of him, he knows. She might ask one or both of them to accompany her down into the pits of the city (there are so many pits in this city), and one or both of them might even die in the process of trying to kill Bhaal's Chosen. Nothing is certain, after all.
A downer thing to consider. Iorveth settles back in his pillow, and looks up at the ceiling. ]
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Hugging Astarion to his side, he plucks the half-open novel from his lap and sets it back onto the stack of pilfered books on his bedside table. ]
Depending on how quickly Lae'zel makes us march towards our objective.
[ She might have made more headway on finding Orin in the sewers; Iorveth has been neglecting his duties to be in the know, which is very uncharacteristic of him, he knows. She might ask one or both of them to accompany her down into the pits of the city (there are so many pits in this city), and one or both of them might even die in the process of trying to kill Bhaal's Chosen. Nothing is certain, after all.
A downer thing to consider. Iorveth settles back in his pillow, and looks up at the ceiling. ]
Do you dread the end of this journey?