[ Flashy wizard. Iorveth isn't sure if "flashy" is the right descriptor for Gale and his soft cow eyes, but he can appreciate that that's what people would think about him if the only thing they knew about him was his previous status as Mystra's chosen.
A few more words exchanged (mostly about which direction they need to head in to get to "Castle Ward"), and they return back to the quickly brightening streets, taking the darkest alleys to cut across the rest of the sprawling, fish-scented half-squalor of Dock Ward. Sure enough, there's something that looks like a tower overlooking the water in the near distance; Iorveth points it out with a nudge to Astarion's elbow. ]
You should speak to the wizard, not me. [ As they approach the front of the white-stoned building and the double wooden doors that lead inside. The windows stretching up the front and sides of the tower are dark― there's really no reason for Gale to be awake― but there's a little switch by the entrance with a note that reads "please press, for urgent inquiries".
(A second note beside it "and, by urgent, I do mean urgent".)
And, well. Iorveth gives Astarion the floor for now, craning over for a brief second to brush his lips against Astarion's temple. ]
You look beautiful, by the way. [ A little facetious; they're both a mess. But they're meant to be words of encouragement regardless. ]
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A few more words exchanged (mostly about which direction they need to head in to get to "Castle Ward"), and they return back to the quickly brightening streets, taking the darkest alleys to cut across the rest of the sprawling, fish-scented half-squalor of Dock Ward. Sure enough, there's something that looks like a tower overlooking the water in the near distance; Iorveth points it out with a nudge to Astarion's elbow. ]
You should speak to the wizard, not me. [ As they approach the front of the white-stoned building and the double wooden doors that lead inside. The windows stretching up the front and sides of the tower are dark― there's really no reason for Gale to be awake― but there's a little switch by the entrance with a note that reads "please press, for urgent inquiries".
(A second note beside it "and, by urgent, I do mean urgent".)
And, well. Iorveth gives Astarion the floor for now, craning over for a brief second to brush his lips against Astarion's temple. ]
You look beautiful, by the way. [ A little facetious; they're both a mess. But they're meant to be words of encouragement regardless. ]