[ Clever cat. Iorveth smiles despite himself as he gets up, setting his sights on the wooden stairs leading up to the second-story balcony.
Before he leaves: ] Guard your face.
[ A tease. Every time Iorveth takes his eye off of Astarion for even a second, it seems like he up and gets himself slugged in the face. Likely to happen again, really, if Astarion decides to cheat himself into a small fortune.
Still, it should be noted that Iorveth doesn't tell his clever cat to play fair. One last ruffle of silver curls, and Iorveth slinks his way through the chatter and din of the half-drunk crowd, ignoring a few slurred invitations to drink at tables to talk shop with some of the hooded individuals who, as it turns out, are wood elves, albeit not Aen Seidhe. Sympathetic, recently displaced from the forests near Flotsam. Good riddance, they say about Loredo's murder, and offer what they know of recent whisperings from the north.
Meanwhile, the carousers on the first floor, bored now that the most reckless of the visiting adventurers have already disappeared down the yawning portal, start looking for people to conscript into their idle fun. A human bard sidles up to Astarion, asking if he'd like to be inspiration for his next song. ]
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Before he leaves: ] Guard your face.
[ A tease. Every time Iorveth takes his eye off of Astarion for even a second, it seems like he up and gets himself slugged in the face. Likely to happen again, really, if Astarion decides to cheat himself into a small fortune.
Still, it should be noted that Iorveth doesn't tell his clever cat to play fair. One last ruffle of silver curls, and Iorveth slinks his way through the chatter and din of the half-drunk crowd, ignoring a few slurred invitations to drink at tables to talk shop with some of the hooded individuals who, as it turns out, are wood elves, albeit not Aen Seidhe. Sympathetic, recently displaced from the forests near Flotsam. Good riddance, they say about Loredo's murder, and offer what they know of recent whisperings from the north.
Meanwhile, the carousers on the first floor, bored now that the most reckless of the visiting adventurers have already disappeared down the yawning portal, start looking for people to conscript into their idle fun. A human bard sidles up to Astarion, asking if he'd like to be inspiration for his next song. ]