[ "Don't reward Astarion for doing the bare minimum", some people would say, and Iorveth would be inclined to agree if not for the fact that Astarion is his weakness, and any drop of consideration Astarion shows for elven politics, which Iorveth knows that Astarion could give less than a shit about, feels commendable.

So. Here he is, rewarding Astarion for the bare minimum. The hair-fixing turns into a gentle combing, a deranged terrorist petting his favorite vampire. ]

Mm. This would be the place to look. [ A den of adventurers and vagrants. There are one or two people in the balcony overlooking the first floor who seem to be specifically watching him; whether that be because they've heard of a one-eyed elf terrorizing the area or because they've heard of a one-eyed elf trying to liberate other elves is, as of yet, unknown.

He hums in consideration. ] If you've no patience for politics tonight, you can have your carousing while I go speak to the rabble.

[ Reaching into his pocket, he takes out their shared budget and deposits way more coin than strictly necessary for drinks onto Astarion's palm. ]