Turning one's enemy into a sheep my prove useful, [ Iorveth huffs, as he digs through more strange items. A tiara that makes one see dreams about flying, a bottle with enchanted nail varnish that will keep things from getting under one's nails. He tucks the latter into his pocket.
More digging. He fishes out a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles (literally rose-tinted, promising to make the world feel more nostalgic while wearing it), and a lock pick that "doesn't make it easier to pick a lock, but makes others believe that you can".
So stupid. Iorveth gravitates over to Astarion, and tries putting the glasses on him first. ]
Look this way.
[ Just so he can see what Astarion looks like with them on. ]
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More digging. He fishes out a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles (literally rose-tinted, promising to make the world feel more nostalgic while wearing it), and a lock pick that "doesn't make it easier to pick a lock, but makes others believe that you can".
So stupid. Iorveth gravitates over to Astarion, and tries putting the glasses on him first. ]
Look this way.
[ Just so he can see what Astarion looks like with them on. ]