[ Iorveth pulls the knife out of his victim's throat, and blood sprays everywhere, including on Astarion's face. With some difficulty, Astarion gets to his feet, stumbling a little without his hands to steady him. He's not proud that he licks his upper lip, but a man's got to eat. If he can't have filet mignon (Iorveth), the least he can settle for is ground beef (random humans). He has the feeling that Iorveth wouldn't like him sinking his fangs into any of these men, but licking his chops is a victimless crime. ]
Hush, [ he hisses at the still-living human, worried that his shouts will draw back his comrades. ] Just die quietly.
[ Punctuated with a clumsy kick to his groin. The man shouts louder. ]
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Hush, [ he hisses at the still-living human, worried that his shouts will draw back his comrades. ] Just die quietly.
[ Punctuated with a clumsy kick to his groin. The man shouts louder. ]