[ If Iorveth intended to throw a bucket of cold water on Astarion, that's exactly what he's done. A shadow darts across his face, there and then gone in an instant. ]
No one who'd know me by name ever got away.
[ Images of those gaunt, ghastly spawn in Cazador's dungeon flood his mind. Their skin sallow and sickly, their eyes and cheeks sunken, ravenous hunger only in the eyes of the ones that weren't too starved to feel anymore. Thinking of the misfortunate creatures scurrying around like vermin in the dark underground of Baldur's Gate makes him feel a little disgusted with himself, but he swallows down the bile in his throat and smiles. ]
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No one who'd know me by name ever got away.
[ Images of those gaunt, ghastly spawn in Cazador's dungeon flood his mind. Their skin sallow and sickly, their eyes and cheeks sunken, ravenous hunger only in the eyes of the ones that weren't too starved to feel anymore. Thinking of the misfortunate creatures scurrying around like vermin in the dark underground of Baldur's Gate makes him feel a little disgusted with himself, but he swallows down the bile in his throat and smiles. ]
What name shall I take?