[ Good timing: Iorveth can hear the distant clamor of rich men and women finally getting wise to the treasure room break-in. Sucks to suck. Iorveth feels nothing for the petty merchants who stole blood relics from his people, and barely spares the mansion a second glance as they trot away from it, back onto cobbled paths lined with tall streetlamps. ]
You want to be seen in public with a drunk fool?
[ Just double-checking. Iorveth steers them both in the direction of Elfsong for a quick detour before they can circle back around to the taverns-turned-lounges or salons-turned-taverns that occupy the upper half of the Lower City, mindful of being as inconspicuous with the mustard-yellow bag full of stolen items as they can be. ]
I'll not be the only one suffering my antics, you're aware.
[ Iorveth is even more reckless when he's drunk, or so he's heard－ he doesn't remember getting plastered and gambling away his belongings on an ill-advised game of dice, but the dwarves who were there sure do. A wry half-grin, and he nudges Astarion's side with a gentle elbow. "Don't encourage me too much". ]
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You want to be seen in public with a drunk fool?
[ Just double-checking. Iorveth steers them both in the direction of Elfsong for a quick detour before they can circle back around to the taverns-turned-lounges or salons-turned-taverns that occupy the upper half of the Lower City, mindful of being as inconspicuous with the mustard-yellow bag full of stolen items as they can be. ]
I'll not be the only one suffering my antics, you're aware.
[ Iorveth is even more reckless when he's drunk, or so he's heard－ he doesn't remember getting plastered and gambling away his belongings on an ill-advised game of dice, but the dwarves who were there sure do. A wry half-grin, and he nudges Astarion's side with a gentle elbow. "Don't encourage me too much". ]