[ Astarion sits up alongside Iorveth, the two of them like identical meerkats standing up. ]
Oh, Gale. Very well done.
[ His tone is warm, genuine. Praise from him is rare—at least, if one's name isn't Iorveth—but in this case it's more than warranted. Gods, he could throw his arms around Gale and squeeze until his big, sad cow eyes pop out of their sockets.
His excitement is somewhat tempered, though, by the realization that just because such an item theoretically existed at one time doesn't mean that it still does. If it does still exist, that also doesn't mean that it's anywhere he can get his greedy little hands on it. Also, what if it's an ugly cloak? ]
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Oh, Gale. Very well done.
[ His tone is warm, genuine. Praise from him is rare—at least, if one's name isn't Iorveth—but in this case it's more than warranted. Gods, he could throw his arms around Gale and squeeze until his big, sad cow eyes pop out of their sockets.
His excitement is somewhat tempered, though, by the realization that just because such an item theoretically existed at one time doesn't mean that it still does. If it does still exist, that also doesn't mean that it's anywhere he can get his greedy little hands on it. Also, what if it's an ugly cloak? ]
Where might one find this cloak now?