[ Astarion says farm like it's the worst thing imaginable, but the forest is fairly farm-adjacent. Maybe less cows. Iorveth frowns a bit, tempted to say something about Astarion's pretty little empty head, but decides not to― there's still time between now and whatever the standoff against the Netherbrain is going to look like. Astarion can consider his options as the dust settles.
Arms unfurl, and Iorveth relinquishes his hold. ] I'd nearly forgotten, [ he says about the literal severed hand in his pack, his voice carrying above the fading sounds of the circus and the djinni booming "COME BACK TOMORROW TO TEST YOUR LUCK AGAIN, UGLY ONES!", at the leaving guests.
No thanks. Getting back up onto his feet, Iorveth peers into his pack to make sure that the rotting limb isn't leaking all over his supplies. ]
Do you think your siblings will demand another reunion?
[ The spawn problem hasn't been resolved, exactly. Then again, it doesn't seem like the others would be so keen on getting Astarion's input on the matter. ]
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Arms unfurl, and Iorveth relinquishes his hold. ] I'd nearly forgotten, [ he says about the literal severed hand in his pack, his voice carrying above the fading sounds of the circus and the djinni booming "COME BACK TOMORROW TO TEST YOUR LUCK AGAIN, UGLY ONES!", at the leaving guests.
No thanks. Getting back up onto his feet, Iorveth peers into his pack to make sure that the rotting limb isn't leaking all over his supplies. ]
Do you think your siblings will demand another reunion?
[ The spawn problem hasn't been resolved, exactly. Then again, it doesn't seem like the others would be so keen on getting Astarion's input on the matter. ]