[ He puffs a breath at that last would-be accusation. A laugh, despite himself. ]
You know me too well.
[ He really has nothing to say to any of these people, but a drink or two might take the edge off. Glancing at the item that Astarion is looking at, Iorveth lets himself breathe another soft chuckle as he's reminded of certain escapades back at the goblin camp. Bold of the party host to put poison where anyone could think of using it.
A quick peck to Astarion's hair, and Iorveth unwinds himself from their tangled grip. ] I'll be back shortly. Don't stray too far.
[ Off he goes, in search of a server carrying a tray with Astarion's preferred choice of drink, a rich red. He bypasses a few offers of what looks like bubbly white, completely ignores a stranger's question of whether he's come to the soiree alone, and finally procures two glasses of the appropriate liquor to bring back to Astarion. Iorveth cranes his neck, looking over a rather tall tiefling's shoulder to make sure that no flies have started circling around his companion. ]
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You know me too well.
[ He really has nothing to say to any of these people, but a drink or two might take the edge off. Glancing at the item that Astarion is looking at, Iorveth lets himself breathe another soft chuckle as he's reminded of certain escapades back at the goblin camp. Bold of the party host to put poison where anyone could think of using it.
A quick peck to Astarion's hair, and Iorveth unwinds himself from their tangled grip. ] I'll be back shortly. Don't stray too far.
[ Off he goes, in search of a server carrying a tray with Astarion's preferred choice of drink, a rich red. He bypasses a few offers of what looks like bubbly white, completely ignores a stranger's question of whether he's come to the soiree alone, and finally procures two glasses of the appropriate liquor to bring back to Astarion. Iorveth cranes his neck, looking over a rather tall tiefling's shoulder to make sure that no flies have started circling around his companion. ]