[ The two chattering guards turn out to be heavy-set dwarves in nicely-maintained leather armor, leaning against the edge of an entrance that spirals down into what Iorveth assumes is the basement. One of them straightens up when spoken to, and squints at Astarion with obvious distrust.
"And who are you, calling us nitwits?"
Susanna's father, judging by his voice. Iorveth steps out as well and joins Astarion by his side, doing his best not to look at his companion with obvious exasperation. ]
Friends of hers, [ he ventures, to which the other dwarf bangs the butt of his dwarf-sized halberd on the floor. "Well, tell her to come give us her orders herself! She isn't paying us enough to do this as it is!" ]
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"And who are you, calling us nitwits?"
Susanna's father, judging by his voice. Iorveth steps out as well and joins Astarion by his side, doing his best not to look at his companion with obvious exasperation. ]
Friends of hers, [ he ventures, to which the other dwarf bangs the butt of his dwarf-sized halberd on the floor. "Well, tell her to come give us her orders herself! She isn't paying us enough to do this as it is!" ]