[ There wasn't the slightest chance Astarion would let Iorveth walk back to the Elfsong with that nasty thing still in his pack, so Iorveth's annoyed frown rolls right off of his back (as many of Iorveth's annoyed frowns do). He's glad to see the clown's floppy hand go. ]
I wouldn't dream of taking more than my fair share, [ Astarion says sweetly. Even Lucretious, who barely knows him, looks skeptical. Ah, well — he takes Iorveth by the crook of the arm and steers him away. The circus is better at night, when the loud children have gone home and the troubadours have stopped their incessant strumming, but the sooner they're clear of this place the better.
As they walk away, Lucretious calls, "Ta-ta, sweetlings!"
It's only a hop, skip, and a jump to the djinni, who holds out his hand as they approach, bellowing, "HALT, POINTY-EARED STRAGGLERS! THE WHEEL IS CLOSED FOR THE NIGHT." ]
Honestly, where's the customer service? We were promised a prize from your stall in exchange for rounding up the dregs of that clown.
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I wouldn't dream of taking more than my fair share, [ Astarion says sweetly. Even Lucretious, who barely knows him, looks skeptical. Ah, well — he takes Iorveth by the crook of the arm and steers him away. The circus is better at night, when the loud children have gone home and the troubadours have stopped their incessant strumming, but the sooner they're clear of this place the better.
As they walk away, Lucretious calls, "Ta-ta, sweetlings!"
It's only a hop, skip, and a jump to the djinni, who holds out his hand as they approach, bellowing, "HALT, POINTY-EARED STRAGGLERS! THE WHEEL IS CLOSED FOR THE NIGHT." ]
Honestly, where's the customer service? We were promised a prize from your stall in exchange for rounding up the dregs of that clown.