[ The two idiots grin widely, endlessly amused by the idea of foreign degeneracy. "Oh, yeah?" One of them elbows Iorveth, overfriendly. "I guess you ain't called wood elves for no reason." Both of the men laugh hysterically at the joke, and Astarion rolls his eyes. Meanwhile, he gravitates closer to the men; one of them has a violet envelope sticking out of his—ugh—waistband, and as he's distracted by the idea of Iorveth's (alleged) freaky humongous wood elf prick, Astarion slowly slides it out.
Ew, it's sweaty. He nearly gags.
"I hear you tree-huggers have wild orgies in the forest." Astarion bites back the laugh threatening to escape him. There's no one in the world he could imagine having a 'wild orgy in the forest' less than Iorveth. "You think they'd let me join?" ]
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Ew, it's sweaty. He nearly gags.
"I hear you tree-huggers have wild orgies in the forest." Astarion bites back the laugh threatening to escape him. There's no one in the world he could imagine having a 'wild orgy in the forest' less than Iorveth. "You think they'd let me join?" ]