[ Gale would probably like the carved tressyms, he thinks. Horrifying, that he now thinks of what his companions might like and dislike. Awful! Astarion never asked to consider other people. He never asked to give a damn about anyone else at all.
It's got him in a brooding mood, but he certainly doesn't want to trouble Iorveth with his sudden realization of the downfalls of immortality, so he squares his shoulders, tipping his chin up. With a wave of his hand, he replies, ] You know me. I'm not one to retire early.
[ Besides, this evening hasn't been what he'd call 'exciting'. A few guards knocked out, a half-orc dead. Nothing to write home about, really. ]
I'd hate not to live up to my reputation. —Or un-live, as it may be.
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It's got him in a brooding mood, but he certainly doesn't want to trouble Iorveth with his sudden realization of the downfalls of immortality, so he squares his shoulders, tipping his chin up. With a wave of his hand, he replies, ] You know me. I'm not one to retire early.
[ Besides, this evening hasn't been what he'd call 'exciting'. A few guards knocked out, a half-orc dead. Nothing to write home about, really. ]
I'd hate not to live up to my reputation. —Or un-live, as it may be.