[ Hmm. Iorveth peels himself off of Astarion to fold his arms across his chest, assuming the defensive stance of a man who may or may not be questioning the wisdom of accepting convenient hospitality; it doesn't rattle Hyacinth, however, who only smiles and extends one perfect hand to accept Iorveth's coin (his wallet is now their shared wallet), using that same perfect hand to flick Iorveth under his chin again the way she'd done when they first came in.
"I promise you'll love the place, darlings. My sister runs it."
Hmm.
Iorveth tries to get up, sways (oof, gravity), and re-aligns himself with wood elf balance. ]
She'll be even less dressed than you are, I expect. [ A light jab, to which the woman responds with a twinkling laugh. "Oh, so you have been looking."
He wrinkles his nose. ] Come, [ he says, tugging on Astarion's arm. The place won't be difficult to find (it's literally next door, a similarly-decorated establishment with its front entrance covered in flowers), and he's eager to stop being heckled by this woman who seems more calm than she has any right being. ]
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"I promise you'll love the place, darlings. My sister runs it."
Hmm.
Iorveth tries to get up, sways (oof, gravity), and re-aligns himself with wood elf balance. ]
She'll be even less dressed than you are, I expect. [ A light jab, to which the woman responds with a twinkling laugh. "Oh, so you have been looking."
He wrinkles his nose. ] Come, [ he says, tugging on Astarion's arm. The place won't be difficult to find (it's literally next door, a similarly-decorated establishment with its front entrance covered in flowers), and he's eager to stop being heckled by this woman who seems more calm than she has any right being. ]