[ As anticipated, the lady of the house's personal guard is the one they had to look out for. She cuts an imposing and impressive figure with her thick arms folded over her chest, chin hiked with intimidating purpose, but Iorveth has been traveling with Karlach for the past few tendays. He's built a tolerance for tall tieflings that could snap his spine over their knee.
Instead of being cowed: ] My companion isn't feeling well. He needs his space; somewhere to lie down. [ He pulls Astarion into an exaggerated one-armed embrace, playing the part of an overprotective lover with neutral ease. ] It must be all this polluted southern air. Or the cheap wine, perhaps.
[ Mean. The wine is far from cheap, but it's theater. The guard looks offended by the tacit insult to her mistress, but before she can get a word in, Iorveth swiftly adds: ] It seems that this is what Baldurian hospitality looks like, beloved.
[ He presses a kiss to Astarion's temple as another theatrically indulgent gesture; funny, how he found it so challenging to feign courtesy to the two drunk men outside, but finds it so much easy to playact with Astarion. ]
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Instead of being cowed: ] My companion isn't feeling well. He needs his space; somewhere to lie down. [ He pulls Astarion into an exaggerated one-armed embrace, playing the part of an overprotective lover with neutral ease. ] It must be all this polluted southern air. Or the cheap wine, perhaps.
[ Mean. The wine is far from cheap, but it's theater. The guard looks offended by the tacit insult to her mistress, but before she can get a word in, Iorveth swiftly adds: ] It seems that this is what Baldurian hospitality looks like, beloved.
[ He presses a kiss to Astarion's temple as another theatrically indulgent gesture; funny, how he found it so challenging to feign courtesy to the two drunk men outside, but finds it so much easy to playact with Astarion. ]