[ Astarion flinches at the unwanted touch, but survival instinct tells him to keep his head down, eyes trained on the floor. They're not exactly innocent to begin with, what with the fact that they murdered a visiting king not long ago, and robbed a vampire hunter after that. Maybe he recognizes them from the descriptions Henselt's mercenaries gave, or maybe the hunter decided to go to the Fists after their confrontation. There's any number of reasons this Fist could want their names, and none of them good.
"Trouble?" the man scoffs. "You're the one denying a Fist."
"Henrik," the woman says, a warning in her voice. "Come on. I wanted to see the—" Her voice lowers to an embarrassed whisper. "Naughty paladin's holy temple."
Henrik, as she'd called him, looks unconvinced. Mamzell just looks bored, like she can't wait for this arguing to stop so she can bilk a Fist out of his coin. ]
Petras, [ Astarion finally mutters, before canting his head toward Iorveth. ] That's Leon.
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"Trouble?" the man scoffs. "You're the one denying a Fist."
"Henrik," the woman says, a warning in her voice. "Come on. I wanted to see the—" Her voice lowers to an embarrassed whisper. "Naughty paladin's holy temple."
Henrik, as she'd called him, looks unconvinced. Mamzell just looks bored, like she can't wait for this arguing to stop so she can bilk a Fist out of his coin. ]
Petras, [ Astarion finally mutters, before canting his head toward Iorveth. ] That's Leon.