[ Sitting idly by and doing nothing is about 90% of what Astarion contributes to the cause, too, but perhaps that wouldn't be wise to point out right now. He lets Iorveth run his fingers through his wet hair for a few moments more before he stands, stepping out of the bath and dripping all over the floor. Towels weren't exactly high on Cazador's shopping list, so he shakes off by habit, only remembering to grab something to dry off with after the fact.
As he does so: ]
It's obviously not that I think any politician will be any big help.
[ Even putting aside the whole 'chosen of the god of tyranny' thing. ]
It's just that, well, I'd rather not die crushed under the metal boot of one of his contraptions. [ A pause, then, ] I'd rather not die at all, but with this worm in our heads, that could be asking too much.
[ His voice is light-hearted, airy, although their possible imminent deaths is a real concern. He shrugs, then gives Iorveth's shin a little kick. ]
no subject
As he does so: ]
It's obviously not that I think any politician will be any big help.
[ Even putting aside the whole 'chosen of the god of tyranny' thing. ]
It's just that, well, I'd rather not die crushed under the metal boot of one of his contraptions. [ A pause, then, ] I'd rather not die at all, but with this worm in our heads, that could be asking too much.
[ His voice is light-hearted, airy, although their possible imminent deaths is a real concern. He shrugs, then gives Iorveth's shin a little kick. ]
In you go.