[ Astarion steps into the tower and immediately glances around to survey his surroundings. Gale has spoken of his tower enough, but words don't paint the same picture as actually seeing it in real life. The interior is relatively dark, likely owing to the time of day, but flickering sconces cast the foyer in a soft, warm glow; if Astarion had to guess, he'd guess they've been enchanted with a Continual Flame spell. Just as Gale had said, there's an intricately patterned rug spread across the hall, covering the chestnut-colored wood floors. On a table near the front door is a decorative vase that seems to glow faintly with magical energy; as he reaches out to touch it, Gale says, "Oh! Careful, now. That was a gift from Althazar the Arcanist."
Astarion withdraws his hand. ]
Of course. Who doesn't know Altair the— [ "Althazar," Gale corrects. ] Althazar the Arcane.
[ It looks like it physically hurts Gale not to correct Astarion a second time, but he valiantly resists. Instead, he says, "As much of a pleasure it is to see you two, I have to ask what brings you to my city at such an hour."
The sound of fluttering wings precedes the appearance of Tara, who lands on Gale's shoulder. "Mr. Dekarios! I'm certain that your mother didn't teach you to be so inhospitable."
Gale sputters at the chiding. "Inhospitable— I assure you, I'm no such thing! I was simply curious—"
Tara scoffs. "And you still have your visitors standing in the doorway like common rabble! Honestly, dear, I'm afraid your year in exile may have had more impact on your manners than we thought. Perhaps I'll pay Mrs. Dekarios a visit and inform her you require re-education on matters of etiquette."
"No such need," Gale assures her, before gesturing for Astarion and Iorveth to follow him deeper into the tower. "Allow me to welcome you to my humble abode. Might I offer you some tea?" ]
no subject
Astarion withdraws his hand. ]
Of course. Who doesn't know Altair the— [ "Althazar," Gale corrects. ] Althazar the Arcane.
[ It looks like it physically hurts Gale not to correct Astarion a second time, but he valiantly resists. Instead, he says, "As much of a pleasure it is to see you two, I have to ask what brings you to my city at such an hour."
The sound of fluttering wings precedes the appearance of Tara, who lands on Gale's shoulder. "Mr. Dekarios! I'm certain that your mother didn't teach you to be so inhospitable."
Gale sputters at the chiding. "Inhospitable— I assure you, I'm no such thing! I was simply curious—"
Tara scoffs. "And you still have your visitors standing in the doorway like common rabble! Honestly, dear, I'm afraid your year in exile may have had more impact on your manners than we thought. Perhaps I'll pay Mrs. Dekarios a visit and inform her you require re-education on matters of etiquette."
"No such need," Gale assures her, before gesturing for Astarion and Iorveth to follow him deeper into the tower. "Allow me to welcome you to my humble abode. Might I offer you some tea?" ]