[ Astarion doesn't really need a distraction. He could, technically, just bump into someone who isn't paying attention and slip their invitations out of their pockets. He does, however, really want to watch Iorveth make some Charisma rolls, so he positions himself behind Iorveth's targets and waits.
They have similar tastes in victims. Sloppy drunks are always a good bet. Iorveth lacks finesse, though, and the two red-faced men are hardly charmed. "To the party, obviously," says one, like he thinks Iorveth is a little stupid. "I heard they're auctioning off a Belt of Enlargement that makes your you know two times bigger."
Astarion is absolutely certain no such item exists, and if it did, it wouldn't be auctioned off at a fancy party. The other man says as much. "You're such an idiot," he scolds, but immediately ruins it with, "It's a Potion of Enlargement."
They're clearly gullible marks. Astarion, eager to extend the time Iorveth has to spend humiliating himself, motions with his hands in a nonverbal go on. ]
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They have similar tastes in victims. Sloppy drunks are always a good bet. Iorveth lacks finesse, though, and the two red-faced men are hardly charmed. "To the party, obviously," says one, like he thinks Iorveth is a little stupid. "I heard they're auctioning off a Belt of Enlargement that makes your you know two times bigger."
Astarion is absolutely certain no such item exists, and if it did, it wouldn't be auctioned off at a fancy party. The other man says as much. "You're such an idiot," he scolds, but immediately ruins it with, "It's a Potion of Enlargement."
They're clearly gullible marks. Astarion, eager to extend the time Iorveth has to spend humiliating himself, motions with his hands in a nonverbal go on. ]