[ Gale's eyebrows raise at the word bigots, but he doesn't ask for further clarification, savvy enough to understand that Iorveth likely doesn't wish to talk about it. If he really wants the details, though, Astarion has no problem sharing them with him over a glass of wine. For now, though, Gale simply says, "Of course! A friend in need is a friend indeed, hm?"
That's the too earnest, slightly annoying, but unmistakably good Gale that Astarion knows. He perches on the armrest next to Iorveth, taking in the decor of the sitting room. A small table with a candle whose light Gale must read by, shelves with enough assorted books to fill a library, and a landscape painting that Astarion could swear is moving.
"But," Gale adds, "I do have to ask — should I be expecting a knock at my door from the City Watch?" ]
Mmm, [ Astarion hums, noncommittal, as he waves his hand. ] It could go either way, really.
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That's the too earnest, slightly annoying, but unmistakably good Gale that Astarion knows. He perches on the armrest next to Iorveth, taking in the decor of the sitting room. A small table with a candle whose light Gale must read by, shelves with enough assorted books to fill a library, and a landscape painting that Astarion could swear is moving.
"But," Gale adds, "I do have to ask — should I be expecting a knock at my door from the City Watch?" ]
Mmm, [ Astarion hums, noncommittal, as he waves his hand. ] It could go either way, really.