[ The entire place stinks of new money. Everything looks to have been freshly commissioned or procured, with discordant items featured more prominently based on pricing rather than design. He squints at the inaccurate rendition of Ilmater, and laughs out loud as he gestures to the deity standing next to it. ]

Hm, [ he chuckles. ] I don't know, I think that one is rather interesting.

[ The statue he's calling attention to is an obscenely big-chested Mystra complete with comically pert stone nipples. Ridiculous. The equal-opportunity sexualization of commonly-invoked Gods has to be blasphemy on some level, but at the same time, Iorveth can take or leave Mystra; sure, he bullies Gale, but only their companions are allowed to bully their sad brown-eyed wizard. ]

A good indication of what we'll be up against in the manse proper, [ Iorveth notes as he watches the other invitees unironically praising their surroundings. ] If you start to feel lightheaded from the tasteless decor, speak up.

[ There are going to be so many ugly velvet armchairs in that building, Iorveth can feel it. No, he hasn't ever been to a soiree before, but he's seen the inside of Henselt and Cazador's accommodations, and they've both been eyesores. ]