[ It's a little freaky that Iorveth wants to carry rope around everywhere, but Astarion's into it. What he's not into is the request to do manual labor. He crinkles his nose, looking at the limp bodies of their dwarven victims in disgust. Not only are they in armor, but they're rather... stout. Ugh. ]
Can't we just say they fell asleep on the job?
[ Another nudge with his foot. The dwarf rolls over onto his back, a thin rivulet of drool dripping from his mouth into his heavy beard. ]
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Can't we just say they fell asleep on the job?
[ Another nudge with his foot. The dwarf rolls over onto his back, a thin rivulet of drool dripping from his mouth into his heavy beard. ]
Perhaps put them into a compromising position?
[ He can sure think of some fun poses. ]