[ Iorveth snaps back from his unsettling revelation just in time to watch the woman snap back at Astarion, face red, ready to reach sideways for a drink to throw at him. "I don't care about your home life― which you ruined yourself, by the way― because all I care about is getting an answer about my friend!"
A few strip Talis players glance towards the three of them, keen ears sensing the beginnings of potential large-scale drama; not great. Iorveth steps forward to intervene before the rabble can get wind of what's going on, and places his palm to the crest of the distressed woman's shoulder. ]
Tell us what your friend's name is. We'll be returning to Baldur's Gate soon [ a lie ], so we may have the opportunity to seek her out.
[ Maybe they can send Petras a letter and ask if anyone by that name is still hanging around. Maybe not. Either way, it's better to offer something and not cause a scene. ]
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A few strip Talis players glance towards the three of them, keen ears sensing the beginnings of potential large-scale drama; not great. Iorveth steps forward to intervene before the rabble can get wind of what's going on, and places his palm to the crest of the distressed woman's shoulder. ]
Tell us what your friend's name is. We'll be returning to Baldur's Gate soon [ a lie ], so we may have the opportunity to seek her out.
[ Maybe they can send Petras a letter and ask if anyone by that name is still hanging around. Maybe not. Either way, it's better to offer something and not cause a scene. ]