[ Ha. Anything too magic-y and Astarion put it down immediately. Luckily for him, Gale is a book-hoarder of the highest degree, and he was able to find enough literature to entertain him on nights when trancing wasn't in the cards and days when Lae'zel didn't need a lockpicker (far too few — gods, can't anyone else learn to pick locks around here?). The only problem was that then Gale expected him to discuss them, like they were in some sort of book club. ]
An etiquette book, perhaps, [ he teases as he peruses the nearby shelf. ] I did promise to teach you some manners.
[ Somehow, though, Iorveth sitting primly and using the proper fork and knife seems wrong. He would rather watch Iorveth tear into his food like an animal.
Astarion plucks a book from the shelf. The front cover features a painting of a drow with long white hair wielding two scimitars, and the back cover notes that it chronicles the adventures of the legendary Drizzt Do'Urden. ]
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An etiquette book, perhaps, [ he teases as he peruses the nearby shelf. ] I did promise to teach you some manners.
[ Somehow, though, Iorveth sitting primly and using the proper fork and knife seems wrong. He would rather watch Iorveth tear into his food like an animal.
Astarion plucks a book from the shelf. The front cover features a painting of a drow with long white hair wielding two scimitars, and the back cover notes that it chronicles the adventures of the legendary Drizzt Do'Urden. ]
How do you feel about drow?
[ They are elves, technically. ]