[ The awful beast in question nudges Astarion with her nose, unwilling to let an undead creature on her back but strangely willing to nibble on his shoulder whenever he presents the opportunity. Iorveth watches the mare huff and snort near Astarion's ear, and tries not to smile at the audacity. ]
An inn with a stable, then. There should be one or two.
[ They walk on, arm in arm, away from the fishermens' bared teeth and narrowed eyes, sidestepping a few drowsy-eyed dwarves carrying a stack of chopped wood. Even they give Iorveth a once-over despite being non-humans, noting the missing eye with a glimmer of recognition. "Is that...?", unspoken.
Iorveth walks a little faster. The inn they eventually find is the biggest one in town, only because it shares its premises with the town brothel: a symbiotic relationship. The nature of the establishment ensures that the proprietress is awake even at this ungodly hour, and she greets the two elves with the sort of distant politeness she reserves for people she doesn't strictly want to have near her, but will endure for the sake of coin.
Here, too, Iorveth gets a once-over. "Where'd you two come from?", she asks Astarion, clearly preferring to address him instead of the scary guy with the covered face. ]
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An inn with a stable, then. There should be one or two.
[ They walk on, arm in arm, away from the fishermens' bared teeth and narrowed eyes, sidestepping a few drowsy-eyed dwarves carrying a stack of chopped wood. Even they give Iorveth a once-over despite being non-humans, noting the missing eye with a glimmer of recognition. "Is that...?", unspoken.
Iorveth walks a little faster. The inn they eventually find is the biggest one in town, only because it shares its premises with the town brothel: a symbiotic relationship. The nature of the establishment ensures that the proprietress is awake even at this ungodly hour, and she greets the two elves with the sort of distant politeness she reserves for people she doesn't strictly want to have near her, but will endure for the sake of coin.
Here, too, Iorveth gets a once-over. "Where'd you two come from?", she asks Astarion, clearly preferring to address him instead of the scary guy with the covered face. ]