[ Astarion leans into the crook of Iorveth's neck, inhaling the comforting scent of his skin. Probably not the time to ask if he can have a proper meal. He squandered that opportunity, he thinks, by getting carried away upstairs. The little snack he had will have to last him. ]
It sounds as if that cloak could be anywhere in the world.
[ A problem, but not an insurmountable one, as long as it still exists in some fashion. Astarion has survived an illithid parasite in his brain; finding an enchanted piece of clothing can't be that hard. Still, it might take some time and some travel. An annoying inconvenience to him, having no other plans and no one to be beholden to but himself, but for Iorveth--
Hm. He's not sure. Casually: ] It could be further south.
[ Translation: not north, not where Iorveth is going. ]
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It sounds as if that cloak could be anywhere in the world.
[ A problem, but not an insurmountable one, as long as it still exists in some fashion. Astarion has survived an illithid parasite in his brain; finding an enchanted piece of clothing can't be that hard. Still, it might take some time and some travel. An annoying inconvenience to him, having no other plans and no one to be beholden to but himself, but for Iorveth--
Hm. He's not sure. Casually: ] It could be further south.
[ Translation: not north, not where Iorveth is going. ]