[ Iorveth brushes his hair into his face, hiding more of his features while he readjusts his eyepatch over his missing eye. On one hand, he misses his headscarf－ he'd felt more covered with it on－ but on the other, the bright red cloth might have been even more distinguishing.
From his vantage point, he can't see the two pretty young women who are standing out in the hall, but he can hear them. "I heard there were two Cormyreans staying with us now," one of them (a redhead with lipstick that matches her hair) says, singsong; another voice (a brunette with a defining mole sitting pretty under her left eye) chimes in with "two handsome Cormyreans", punctuated by a flutelike laugh.
A flash of pale skin. The redhead pokes her arm through the gap between the door and the wall, trying to touch Astarion's arm.
"We're ever so curious. Won't you let us in for a chat?" ]
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From his vantage point, he can't see the two pretty young women who are standing out in the hall, but he can hear them. "I heard there were two Cormyreans staying with us now," one of them (a redhead with lipstick that matches her hair) says, singsong; another voice (a brunette with a defining mole sitting pretty under her left eye) chimes in with "two handsome Cormyreans", punctuated by a flutelike laugh.
A flash of pale skin. The redhead pokes her arm through the gap between the door and the wall, trying to touch Astarion's arm.
"We're ever so curious. Won't you let us in for a chat?" ]