[ Of course Astarion is going to need an outfit for every occasion. Iorveth softens somewhat, brushing his knuckles over Astarion's jaw one more time before pulling away, brushing by Gale to pluck the now-closed but still-floating book beside him. He doesn't doubt that Gale told them most of what they need to know (and most of what they'd be able to understand), but it pays to be informed. ]
We're in your debt, [ Iorveth says to the poor wizard, who looks a little surprised by that particular combination of words coming out of the prickly terrorist's mouth.
"Hm? Oh come now, Iorveth. After all we've been through together― and we have been through quite a lot―" Sensing a long speech about friendship, which Iorveth is thankful for but doesn't think he can sit through, he interrupts: ] If ever you encounter a rival that needs killing, say the word.
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We're in your debt, [ Iorveth says to the poor wizard, who looks a little surprised by that particular combination of words coming out of the prickly terrorist's mouth.
"Hm? Oh come now, Iorveth. After all we've been through together― and we have been through quite a lot―" Sensing a long speech about friendship, which Iorveth is thankful for but doesn't think he can sit through, he interrupts: ] If ever you encounter a rival that needs killing, say the word.
[ Gale, exasperated: "Iorveth!" ]