[ If the temperature had dropped a degree before, it's freezing now. Astarion's hand stills, affectionate gestures forgotten in the face of Cazador Szarr. He's just a mangled corpse in a basement now, he tells himself. It doesn't help. ]
I— perhaps he spoke of an Alkam before. I don't know.
[ Although he'd sat up to talk with Gale, he finds himself slowly sinking down into the pillows now, like if he tries hard enough he'll slip right through them and disappear. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen. ]
It was hard to keep track of all of the competition that he hated.
[ Cazador could talk for hours on end about vampires in foreign cities, and how they had it so much easier, you know, and it's far more impressive what Cazador had accomplished in Baldur's Gate. No matter his spawns' responses—if there was a response from them at all—he always seemed displeased. And their spawn aren't such dimwits, either! he'd complain. ]
...It doesn't matter. He'll die just like any other vampire.
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[ If the temperature had dropped a degree before, it's freezing now. Astarion's hand stills, affectionate gestures forgotten in the face of Cazador Szarr. He's just a mangled corpse in a basement now, he tells himself. It doesn't help. ]
I— perhaps he spoke of an Alkam before. I don't know.
[ Although he'd sat up to talk with Gale, he finds himself slowly sinking down into the pillows now, like if he tries hard enough he'll slip right through them and disappear. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen. ]
It was hard to keep track of all of the competition that he hated.
[ Cazador could talk for hours on end about vampires in foreign cities, and how they had it so much easier, you know, and it's far more impressive what Cazador had accomplished in Baldur's Gate. No matter his spawns' responses—if there was a response from them at all—he always seemed displeased. And their spawn aren't such dimwits, either! he'd complain. ]
...It doesn't matter. He'll die just like any other vampire.