[ A raised brow at the tearing of the note, but Iorveth doesn't ask. (He's going directly to hell when he dies, and that's a fact.) ]
I'll not take it personally if you decide to feast on our pursuers.
[ Though the thought of Astarion drinking the rancid blood of those particular assholes (an assumption Iorveth makes based on pure bias) is, admittedly, disagreeable. He motions for Astarion to start moving again, mindful of the fact that the now-dead man made a lot of noise before he died; being caught twice in one night might actually prompt Iorveth to die of shame. ]
Come, [ he motions. Starting at a brisk trot, despite his exhaustion-heavy limbs. If not to Daggerford, he wants to make it at least to some semblance of shelter along Trade Way; if not that, he'll have to settle for a camp that may or may not be amenable to giving up a tent for Astarion.
More voices again, in the distance. Iorveth veers Astarion to the left, narrowly avoiding tripping over the skletal remains of what might have been an elf in life. ]
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I'll not take it personally if you decide to feast on our pursuers.
[ Though the thought of Astarion drinking the rancid blood of those particular assholes (an assumption Iorveth makes based on pure bias) is, admittedly, disagreeable. He motions for Astarion to start moving again, mindful of the fact that the now-dead man made a lot of noise before he died; being caught twice in one night might actually prompt Iorveth to die of shame. ]
Come, [ he motions. Starting at a brisk trot, despite his exhaustion-heavy limbs. If not to Daggerford, he wants to make it at least to some semblance of shelter along Trade Way; if not that, he'll have to settle for a camp that may or may not be amenable to giving up a tent for Astarion.
More voices again, in the distance. Iorveth veers Astarion to the left, narrowly avoiding tripping over the skletal remains of what might have been an elf in life. ]