[ What will never be. Iorveth huffs a little, idly examining a row of books and finding something that seems to be a continuation of Edgar and Nicholas' adventures in fucking their way across the continent. He doesn't pick it up, because he didn't read the first one. ]
Don't be so short-sighted. You've an eternity ahead of you.
[ Astarion could open a bank account and toss the things they've stolen into a vault; in a few centuries' time, he might be independently wealthy just from the interest. He won't be beholden to a strange elf and his elf rights crusade forever― he's a free creature with all the time that Toril has to offer.
A sobering thought, from Iorveth's mortal perspective. Still, it's the truth, and he mulls it over as he gravitates towards the one other remaining door and slowly pushes it open. A narrow hallway extends beyond it, leading to what looks like a kitchen space, a pantry, and an exit. ]
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Don't be so short-sighted. You've an eternity ahead of you.
[ Astarion could open a bank account and toss the things they've stolen into a vault; in a few centuries' time, he might be independently wealthy just from the interest. He won't be beholden to a strange elf and his elf rights crusade forever― he's a free creature with all the time that Toril has to offer.
A sobering thought, from Iorveth's mortal perspective. Still, it's the truth, and he mulls it over as he gravitates towards the one other remaining door and slowly pushes it open. A narrow hallway extends beyond it, leading to what looks like a kitchen space, a pantry, and an exit. ]