[ The story is a hard sell and it's doubtful as to whether the innkeep will believe then for even half a minute, but Iorveth corroborates with a not-quite-emphatic: ]
Distant relatives.
[ Since, you know, they've never been to this part of the continent, so clearly this side of the family wasn't worth visiting until now. Again, a hard sell, but coin is the great equalizer: before she can comment on inconsistencies in the elves' story, Iorveth slides over what she deems, ultimately, to be enough gold to shut her up for at least the next 48 hours. She pockets the money, and exchanges it for a little iron key "for the upstairs room at the end of the hall― don't turn the corner, you'll need to pay extra for that privilege".
Iorveth turns to leave, but before Astarion can follow suit, the innkeep reaches over and closes her fingers over his wrist. She leans in, auburn hair tied up and away from her made-up face, the scent of her lavender perfume having faded to an unpleasant sting of something that smells almost like baby powder.
"Our Commandant is looking for one-eyed wood elves," she murmurs under her breath, intending the statement to be for Astarion's ears only. ]
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Distant relatives.
[ Since, you know, they've never been to this part of the continent, so clearly this side of the family wasn't worth visiting until now. Again, a hard sell, but coin is the great equalizer: before she can comment on inconsistencies in the elves' story, Iorveth slides over what she deems, ultimately, to be enough gold to shut her up for at least the next 48 hours. She pockets the money, and exchanges it for a little iron key "for the upstairs room at the end of the hall― don't turn the corner, you'll need to pay extra for that privilege".
Iorveth turns to leave, but before Astarion can follow suit, the innkeep reaches over and closes her fingers over his wrist. She leans in, auburn hair tied up and away from her made-up face, the scent of her lavender perfume having faded to an unpleasant sting of something that smells almost like baby powder.
"Our Commandant is looking for one-eyed wood elves," she murmurs under her breath, intending the statement to be for Astarion's ears only. ]