[ Astarion had hoped to pick out Iorveth's new clothes as some of Gale's fashion certainly won't suit him, but he likes the look on Iorveth's face and the humor in his voice so much that he can't possibly deny him when he tells him to keep arguing. (Besides, arguing is one of his favorite things to do, especially when it's with Gale, who gets a big vein on his forehead when Astarion says something patently ridiculous with his full chest.) ]
Pick yourself out something fetching. Red, perhaps.
[ Gale looks a little put out that they're divvying up his clothes right in front of him, but he's too polite to say so. "There's a bath down the hall," he says, pointing. "The washtub is enchanted — by yours truly — with a Create Water spell, but do give it a moment to heat up."
As Iorveth walks away, Astarion does as requested, pointing out, ] You know, if assaulting a Lord and murdering one carry the same charge, it hardly incentivizes you not to finish the job. Besides, dead men can't tell the City Watch...
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Pick yourself out something fetching. Red, perhaps.
[ Gale looks a little put out that they're divvying up his clothes right in front of him, but he's too polite to say so. "There's a bath down the hall," he says, pointing. "The washtub is enchanted — by yours truly — with a Create Water spell, but do give it a moment to heat up."
As Iorveth walks away, Astarion does as requested, pointing out, ] You know, if assaulting a Lord and murdering one carry the same charge, it hardly incentivizes you not to finish the job. Besides, dead men can't tell the City Watch...