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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-03-24 02:08 am (UTC)

[ "Taern Hornblade" sounds like a rival suitor for Nicholas' hand who would appear in the third book of the continuing saga (okay, maybe Iorveth is also slightly invested in the plot); Iorveth sets that thought aside and watches Gale stumble his way across the sitting room, mumbling something about the temperature of the room being far too high. He definitely needs a flat, soft surface to sit on and decompress for a while. And some water.

Maybe in a bit. Iorveth is distracted by the now-familiar, very-welcome touch along his arm and up to his hair. After a night of dealing with bad-smelling dockworkers and even worse-mannered Zhent bandits, Astarion's presence tugs him back to a softer, safer state of mind. A bit humbling, knowing the immediate and positive effect that Astarion has on him.
]

Full of unwashed Zhentarim by the docks. [ Definitely not as fun as watching Gale drink himself into oblivion, but fine enough. Iorveth reaches into his pocket and takes out a little leather pouch that he deposits into Astarion's free hand. Inside is a pretty pin in the shape of a golden sun, meant to clip onto a lapel or sleeve. ] Someone threw a fish at me, which was eventful.

[ "Hopefully not a quipper", Gale interjects. "Very good fried, though." ]

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