[ With the regularity with which Gale bleeds—often, considering he's a weak, slow wizard—Astarion can say with certainty that the mere smell of his blood is revolting. Even the owlbear cub wouldn't be so desperate, he thinks. Still, he's willing to sacrifice Gale for the greater good, if the little thing gets hungry. ]
Not that one, [ Astarion says, pointing to a building adorned with a shoddy wooden sign, the name Hjulnar's carved into it. He scoffs, rolling his eyes. ] Ugh, too many dwarves.
[ As they make their way down the street, it becomes apparent that he's been to nearly every one of these taverns — and has a bone to pick with each as well. Smells awful, for one. More murders here than you'd think, for another. It's only once they stop in front of an establishment decorated with garlands of flowers, the entryway lit by enchanted, floating lanterns, that he cocks his head in thought.
The Silken Sash, reads the artful sign above the door in flowery script. A small statue of a beautiful woman with cascading locks welcomes them in; Sune, he notes, the goddess of beauty. No wonder the place looks nice. ]
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Not that one, [ Astarion says, pointing to a building adorned with a shoddy wooden sign, the name Hjulnar's carved into it. He scoffs, rolling his eyes. ] Ugh, too many dwarves.
[ As they make their way down the street, it becomes apparent that he's been to nearly every one of these taverns — and has a bone to pick with each as well. Smells awful, for one. More murders here than you'd think, for another. It's only once they stop in front of an establishment decorated with garlands of flowers, the entryway lit by enchanted, floating lanterns, that he cocks his head in thought.
The Silken Sash, reads the artful sign above the door in flowery script. A small statue of a beautiful woman with cascading locks welcomes them in; Sune, he notes, the goddess of beauty. No wonder the place looks nice. ]
I've not visited this one before.