[ Point. They don't have enough coin for an inn, unless Astarion wants to part with his trinkets, which Iorveth has kept strapped to his hip (some of them ruined, no doubt, thanks to Iorveth's dip in the river the previous night). ]
More and more, I'm beginning to doubt the veracity of anything that came out of Gale's mouth.
[ Obviously Gale is a very capable wizard, but is he really renowned as such, or did Tara say those things to spare him his feelings??? A Mystery.
At any rate, asking for directions is a good idea, so into The Spouting Fish they go: an establishment that is made, it seems, entirely out of wood, and should really discourage its visitors from smoking inside. Two tired-looking wizards (Iorveth assumes, from the robes they're wearing) is sat near a table of rowdy halflings, accompanied by a water elemental swaying gently on amorphous feet.
The wizards (again, Iorveth assumes) look their way, then go back to reading as the proprietress of the place bustles towards them, energetic despite how obscenely early in the morning it is.
"A pint before work, gentlemen?", she booms. Iorveth winces. ]
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More and more, I'm beginning to doubt the veracity of anything that came out of Gale's mouth.
[ Obviously Gale is a very capable wizard, but is he really renowned as such, or did Tara say those things to spare him his feelings??? A Mystery.
At any rate, asking for directions is a good idea, so into The Spouting Fish they go: an establishment that is made, it seems, entirely out of wood, and should really discourage its visitors from smoking inside. Two tired-looking wizards (Iorveth assumes, from the robes they're wearing) is sat near a table of rowdy halflings, accompanied by a water elemental swaying gently on amorphous feet.
The wizards (again, Iorveth assumes) look their way, then go back to reading as the proprietress of the place bustles towards them, energetic despite how obscenely early in the morning it is.
"A pint before work, gentlemen?", she booms. Iorveth winces. ]