[ Although he would very much have liked to be kissed while standing over a stabbed corpse, he allows the tugging, closing the door behind them and pressing the shackle back into the padlock's body with a click. The auction will certainly begin soon, and someone will have to come down here when that half-orc doesn't return with the items to be sold. What a shock they'll be in for, seeing two knocked-out dwarves and a dead body.
Hand in hand, he leads Iorveth back up to the foyer on the first floor. With guards posted outside, the front door is hardly an option. The hall on one side leads back to the party; yet another choice that would likely get them arrested for thievery. It's down the other hall that's the only reasonable option, so that's where he tugs Iorveth along until they reach a comparatively dingy room with multiple small beds lined against the wall. Astarion frowns again, the image of threadbare bunks in the spawn dormitories flashing in his mind. ]
Servants' quarters, I suppose. The rich and powerful do prefer to keep their lessers out of sight.
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Hand in hand, he leads Iorveth back up to the foyer on the first floor. With guards posted outside, the front door is hardly an option. The hall on one side leads back to the party; yet another choice that would likely get them arrested for thievery. It's down the other hall that's the only reasonable option, so that's where he tugs Iorveth along until they reach a comparatively dingy room with multiple small beds lined against the wall. Astarion frowns again, the image of threadbare bunks in the spawn dormitories flashing in his mind. ]
Servants' quarters, I suppose. The rich and powerful do prefer to keep their lessers out of sight.