[ Astarion killed the vampire, as far as Iorveth is concerned. He doesn't know of any others (sorry Strahd), and by all accounts, a vampire who'd managed to collect enough souls to consider the Rite of Profane Ascension must have made Cazador one of the most powerful vampires out there.
Or, at least, the most careful, until he wasn't. Iorveth glances at Astarion, remembering how he'd absolutely pulverized that rat until he was a bloody mess; Astarion is the love of his life, truly.
While Iorveth draws hearts around Astarion's head, Gale keeps the conversation going. "Gods, I do wish you'd told us that you were going to do it. Far be it for us to have told you how to go about things, but we could have offered assistance."
A thing that Gale obviously still thinks about. Which is perhaps why he brought this up in the first place. "I am very happy to help you when I can, Astarion."
Big soft brown eyes. Wet dog very much wants to be friends with fluffy cat. ]
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Or, at least, the most careful, until he wasn't. Iorveth glances at Astarion, remembering how he'd absolutely pulverized that rat until he was a bloody mess; Astarion is the love of his life, truly.
While Iorveth draws hearts around Astarion's head, Gale keeps the conversation going. "Gods, I do wish you'd told us that you were going to do it. Far be it for us to have told you how to go about things, but we could have offered assistance."
A thing that Gale obviously still thinks about. Which is perhaps why he brought this up in the first place. "I am very happy to help you when I can, Astarion."
Big soft brown eyes. Wet dog very much wants to be friends with fluffy cat. ]