[ As he follows Iorveth's suit, standing up and dusting off his trousers, Astarion says, ] I'm not sure.
[ He's far from anyone's favorite sibling. Under normal circumstances, he doubts any of them would seek him out just to talk. Cazador's death is monumental, though, and the discovery of thousands of victims in a crypt underneath the palace even more so.
The idea of recounting all of that all over again makes bile rise in his throat. He glances down, picking a piece of imaginary lint off of his pants. ]
I imagine they'll have questions.
[ Fingers wrapped around Iorveth's forearm, he guides him toward their original destination: the necromancer. Lae'zel was right to only give them a small task. Even this took all day. ]
And they've spent decades—centuries, some of them—under someone else's control. They won't know what to do with themselves.
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[ He's far from anyone's favorite sibling. Under normal circumstances, he doubts any of them would seek him out just to talk. Cazador's death is monumental, though, and the discovery of thousands of victims in a crypt underneath the palace even more so.
The idea of recounting all of that all over again makes bile rise in his throat. He glances down, picking a piece of imaginary lint off of his pants. ]
I imagine they'll have questions.
[ Fingers wrapped around Iorveth's forearm, he guides him toward their original destination: the necromancer. Lae'zel was right to only give them a small task. Even this took all day. ]
And they've spent decades—centuries, some of them—under someone else's control. They won't know what to do with themselves.
[ He knows from experience. ]