[ Truly, the man's only sin was existing in their general periphery. Iorveth watches him scurry away and resumes his position by Astarion's side, sipping at the full-bodied red from his own unnecessarily gaudy crystal glass. ]
They tend to be, when their only talent is accruing wealth.
[ So says Iorveth, an elf who has no interest in accruing wealth but is extremely unlikeable anyway. He scoffs in the general direction of a group of gnomes crowded around yet another glass display case, who seem to be chattering furiously among themselves regarding whether or not the item inside is real or fake. ]
It seems that no one here can stand the sight of each other.
[ He gestures to a half-elf couple who, despite navigating the ballroom arm-in-arm, seem to be constantly resisting the urge to stomp on each other's toes. ] A miserable existence.
[ Yes, he's allowed to sit on his high horse, because he's here with someone he actually likes. Everyone else, in Iorveth's expert opinon, really has nothing going for them. ]
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They tend to be, when their only talent is accruing wealth.
[ So says Iorveth, an elf who has no interest in accruing wealth but is extremely unlikeable anyway. He scoffs in the general direction of a group of gnomes crowded around yet another glass display case, who seem to be chattering furiously among themselves regarding whether or not the item inside is real or fake. ]
It seems that no one here can stand the sight of each other.
[ He gestures to a half-elf couple who, despite navigating the ballroom arm-in-arm, seem to be constantly resisting the urge to stomp on each other's toes. ] A miserable existence.
[ Yes, he's allowed to sit on his high horse, because he's here with someone he actually likes. Everyone else, in Iorveth's expert opinon, really has nothing going for them. ]