[ Fussy cat. Iorveth doesn't coddle Astarion about their brisk journey ("if you've energy enough to whine, you've energy enough to walk"), but his patience is worn thin by the time they get to the impressive double-door gates leading into a city even bigger than the one they left. By default, Iorveth finds urban landscapes less impressive than the enduring grandeur of nature, but the prospect of walls and a roof is, admittedly, appealing at this particular moment in time.
Very inconvenient for him, then, that they're not immediately being granted entry. Even worse, that they're being told to wait until the sun goes up, because they can't afford being blasted by morning light. Iorveth stares blankly at the human for a lingering moment, taking that time to contemplate all the ways in which he could kill the guy and be done with these tiresome negotiations. This budding fever has him feeling truly unwise.
Iorveth frowns. Just shy of a scowl, which is his attempt at being diplomatic. ]
Can't you see, [ he half-snaps, ] that my beloved is exhausted.
[ So says the elf who was telling Astarion to suck it up and jog not more than thirty minutes ago. ]
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Very inconvenient for him, then, that they're not immediately being granted entry. Even worse, that they're being told to wait until the sun goes up, because they can't afford being blasted by morning light. Iorveth stares blankly at the human for a lingering moment, taking that time to contemplate all the ways in which he could kill the guy and be done with these tiresome negotiations. This budding fever has him feeling truly unwise.
Iorveth frowns. Just shy of a scowl, which is his attempt at being diplomatic. ]
Can't you see, [ he half-snaps, ] that my beloved is exhausted.
[ So says the elf who was telling Astarion to suck it up and jog not more than thirty minutes ago. ]