[ The circus is shockingly crowded for a place housing casual horrors, like the Displacer beast on the other side of the grounds, staring at each passing parent and child with the cold fury of an animal just waiting for the lock of its cage to loosen. Iorveth steps around a small girl carrying handful of circus treats, tries not to step on a boy throwing a tantrum near the Spin the Wheel game, and finally just decides to hold Astarion's hand before they can be jostled out of each other's orbit.
"UGLY ONE!", the djinni yells, as they try to bump by. Presumably at Iorveth, because gods forbid anyone ever thinks that Astarion is ugly. "APPROACH AND TEST YOUR LUCK!" ]
That creature is testing its luck, [ Iorveth mutters as he cranes his neck over a half-orc's shoulder to spy a bunch of dancing skeletons a few yards away. ] －There.
[ He tries to push past a group of young humans, only to find them ambushed by a kobold in a top hat who tugs at Astarion's pant leg: "Welcome, welcome! You! Why so pale? You need a treato?"
Horrifying. Iorveth wrinkles his nose, obviously disgusted. ]
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"UGLY ONE!", the djinni yells, as they try to bump by. Presumably at Iorveth, because gods forbid anyone ever thinks that Astarion is ugly. "APPROACH AND TEST YOUR LUCK!" ]
That creature is testing its luck, [ Iorveth mutters as he cranes his neck over a half-orc's shoulder to spy a bunch of dancing skeletons a few yards away. ] －There.
[ He tries to push past a group of young humans, only to find them ambushed by a kobold in a top hat who tugs at Astarion's pant leg: "Welcome, welcome! You! Why so pale? You need a treato?"
Horrifying. Iorveth wrinkles his nose, obviously disgusted. ]