[ Nicholas and Edgar will follow them everywhere. (If Astarion cares to look closely at the halfling sitting three tables away, he'd notice that said halfling is just about to finish up the second instalment of the saga, with a brand-new copy of the third book sitting next to his mug of mulled wine.) Iorveth rolls his eye, but in a way that suggests that he's entertaining this farce, not tolerating it. ]
You find me lacking in manners, do you.
[ Trick question (the millionth over the past few hours): Iorveth, rudest elf, et cetera. He hikes his chin up in a characteristically haughty way, every bit the untamed wood elf that disdains high society conventions. ]
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You find me lacking in manners, do you.
[ Trick question (the millionth over the past few hours): Iorveth, rudest elf, et cetera. He hikes his chin up in a characteristically haughty way, every bit the untamed wood elf that disdains high society conventions. ]
What would you deign to teach me?