[ Stella is privately surprised that the white-haired elf actually drank the wine (a moment of actual fear, here, that he might actually be telling the truth about being a Cormyrean traveler), but she feels a little less bad when said elf starts going on about his torrid sex life. She feigns interest, of course (the polite woman's version of "damn that's crazy"), but can't help but feel relieved when they start talking about the Commandant, which is actually more in line with what she expected the topic of conversation to be.
Meanwhile, Ada has her hand on "Nicholas'" knee, delighted by the traveler's raunchy adventures. Here, too, the duality of man.
"The Commandant?" Ada snorts, waving a hand. "Oh, he's positively awful. He has all these horrible fantasies about..." An awkward beat here, as she realizes that the man she's speaking to has pointy ears and is very non-human. "...Well, you know. Commandant Loredo has... a reputation."
Stella, still smiling, subtly reaches behind Astarion's back to pinch her friend's arm. Get your foot out of your mouth, essentially.
(Jumpcut to Iorveth in the forest upstream of the river, dragging an unconscious guard towards the water by his collar. It's hard work, but someone's got to do it. A dog barks in the distance.) ]
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Meanwhile, Ada has her hand on "Nicholas'" knee, delighted by the traveler's raunchy adventures. Here, too, the duality of man.
"The Commandant?" Ada snorts, waving a hand. "Oh, he's positively awful. He has all these horrible fantasies about..." An awkward beat here, as she realizes that the man she's speaking to has pointy ears and is very non-human. "...Well, you know. Commandant Loredo has... a reputation."
Stella, still smiling, subtly reaches behind Astarion's back to pinch her friend's arm. Get your foot out of your mouth, essentially.
(Jumpcut to Iorveth in the forest upstream of the river, dragging an unconscious guard towards the water by his collar. It's hard work, but someone's got to do it. A dog barks in the distance.) ]