[ The problem with Waterdeep is that their guards actually give a fuck. If this were Baldur's Gate, he'd be certain he could slip a bribe their way and be on with his day. These guards, though, seem determined to make their city a nice and safe place to be. Ugh, so annoying. ]
Please, if you've any mercy—
[ He stumbles, holding a hand to his head as if he might be about to faint. Iorveth is a mean jock, but Astarion is so much worse: a catty theatre kid. ]
I don't want to die without seeing the City of Splendors.
[ For his grand finale, Astarion begins to gag, looking as if he's about to retch all over their newly-shined boots.
"Gods," says the human, eyes wide. He looks a little sick himself. "Fine, just go!"
"—Adrik!" the dwarf scolds. "You're too much of a bleeding heart." ]
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Please, if you've any mercy—
[ He stumbles, holding a hand to his head as if he might be about to faint. Iorveth is a mean jock, but Astarion is so much worse: a catty theatre kid. ]
I don't want to die without seeing the City of Splendors.
[ For his grand finale, Astarion begins to gag, looking as if he's about to retch all over their newly-shined boots.
"Gods," says the human, eyes wide. He looks a little sick himself. "Fine, just go!"
"—Adrik!" the dwarf scolds. "You're too much of a bleeding heart." ]