[ The answer to "who would care?" is "not me", but Iorveth also understands the optics of murdering a creature in broad daylight, in witness of several small children who should probably not have to deal with the trauma of seeing a dead kobold on their day of harmless fun.
Astarion puffs up, and Iorveth fancies he sees silver hair bristle. Cute. ]
The hero we hardly deserve. [ He holds out his pack for Astarion to take, in case he's finnicky about putting a dismembered limb in his own. ] You never fail to impress.
[ This would have been far more facetious two tendays ago, when Iorveth would have delivered this with scathing sarcasm; as it stands, he just sounds slightly fond. A quick nudge, and he winds his way back to the kobold and its expectant gaze, answering its "well? Well? Hands for the gnarly elf? 10,000 is cheapo for a treato!"
Gods, the thing is annoying. Iorveth floats on over to the opposite end of the stall, ignoring the creature to inspect the poorly-labeled bottles again, and with a flourish－
－he drops one. It shatters, and the kobold leaps up and down in dramatic distress. "No! You breaks Businesslord Popper's stuffs!!!"
With dripping insincerity, Iorveth quips back: ] Mm, my depth perception isn't what it used to be.
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Astarion puffs up, and Iorveth fancies he sees silver hair bristle. Cute. ]
The hero we hardly deserve. [ He holds out his pack for Astarion to take, in case he's finnicky about putting a dismembered limb in his own. ] You never fail to impress.
[ This would have been far more facetious two tendays ago, when Iorveth would have delivered this with scathing sarcasm; as it stands, he just sounds slightly fond. A quick nudge, and he winds his way back to the kobold and its expectant gaze, answering its "well? Well? Hands for the gnarly elf? 10,000 is cheapo for a treato!"
Gods, the thing is annoying. Iorveth floats on over to the opposite end of the stall, ignoring the creature to inspect the poorly-labeled bottles again, and with a flourish－
－he drops one. It shatters, and the kobold leaps up and down in dramatic distress. "No! You breaks Businesslord Popper's stuffs!!!"
With dripping insincerity, Iorveth quips back: ] Mm, my depth perception isn't what it used to be.