[ It does sound hilarious to let Gale stumble upon Iorveth with his prick swinging in the wind, but it also sounds a bit like a mood-killer to have to listen to Gale's indignant squawking, so he keeps an eye out. True to his history of terrible timing, Gale does come padding down the hall in his slippers and robe; Astarion jumps up, calling out, ] Oh, Gale!
[ Gale blinks the sleep out of his eyes. "Astarion! You know, I was just headed downstairs to prepare myself a bit of a midnight snack. Perhaps Iorveth might like—" ]
Perhaps. But before that, I actually had a question about, erm. Magic.
[ Gale's eyes light up, even in the dark of the hallway. "You don't say— I always hoped you'd come around to the study of the arcane arts. Elves do have a natural affinity for it, or so I've heard..." ]
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[ Gale blinks the sleep out of his eyes. "Astarion! You know, I was just headed downstairs to prepare myself a bit of a midnight snack. Perhaps Iorveth might like—" ]
Perhaps. But before that, I actually had a question about, erm. Magic.
[ Gale's eyes light up, even in the dark of the hallway. "You don't say— I always hoped you'd come around to the study of the arcane arts. Elves do have a natural affinity for it, or so I've heard..." ]