[ Back out into still-teeming streets, narrowly avoiding bumping into a tittering couple making their way towards Rivington by way of the bridge. Iorveth pulls Astarion closer to him by his forearm, making sure that neither of them gets swept sideways or, more likely, pickpocketed by eagle-eyed thieves. ]

Not the best idea. If it develops a taste for human flesh, Gale might be next on the menu.

[ Unlikely; Gale probably tastes awful. Wyll, on the other hand...

Iorveth laughs under his breath, and surveys the establishments that they're passing. Most of them seem too rustic, still, with names like "The Dancing Boar" and "The Rabbit Den"－ once they start invoking divinity, they'll know the place is suitably ritzy. "Moonmaiden's Respite", "Waukeen's Breath". ]

ーSpeak up if you find something appealing.