[ Graceless and concerning. The young women mill around the now-unconscious elf, Ada with her hands over her mouth― "Stella, was this really a good idea"― and Stella with more decisiveness, thin arms trying to roll the prone body towards the door. "Yes, Ada, this is going to be good for us."
The rest happens quickly: the pair report to their madam, who calls for Loredo's guards to come collect the sleeping elf. Astarion is hauled up and taken to a stately mansion overlooking the most scenic part of the nearby river (the silver lining: night has fallen by the time the armored men arrive), and, after a sneering evaluation by Loredo, tossed into a basement cellar with his arms and legs bound, dagger confiscated. A footman stands vigil near the stairs, half-asleep.
(Another jumpcut to Iorveth, river-soaked, going back to their inn to dry off before he can set out again to purchase a new shirt for Astarion. He pokes his head into their room, frowning at finding it empty; he presses his ear against the rose-etched door around the corner, and frowns even more when there's only silence on the other side.
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The rest happens quickly: the pair report to their madam, who calls for Loredo's guards to come collect the sleeping elf. Astarion is hauled up and taken to a stately mansion overlooking the most scenic part of the nearby river (the silver lining: night has fallen by the time the armored men arrive), and, after a sneering evaluation by Loredo, tossed into a basement cellar with his arms and legs bound, dagger confiscated. A footman stands vigil near the stairs, half-asleep.
(Another jumpcut to Iorveth, river-soaked, going back to their inn to dry off before he can set out again to purchase a new shirt for Astarion. He pokes his head into their room, frowning at finding it empty; he presses his ear against the rose-etched door around the corner, and frowns even more when there's only silence on the other side.
Fuck.) ]