[ Astarion grins, taking a step to the side to avoid being dripped on. It is, of course, an incredibly idiotic 'prize', but he does enjoy seeing Iorveth sopping and scowling like a wet cat.
He picks up the hand mirror, although he discards it just as quickly when, like always, it shows him nothing. His fingers trail over a wooden quarterstaff, thoughts running through his mind of concocting a story so that he can trade it to Gale for something more valuable, and then over a pair of gloves. As he slips them on, he holds out a hand in front of him to judge their appearance. They don't exactly go with his outfit, but they're still probably the most fashionable thing here. Then again, that's not saying much. ]
It's all a bunch of useless junk.
[ With a frown, he adds, ] Whatever happened to cash rewards?
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He picks up the hand mirror, although he discards it just as quickly when, like always, it shows him nothing. His fingers trail over a wooden quarterstaff, thoughts running through his mind of concocting a story so that he can trade it to Gale for something more valuable, and then over a pair of gloves. As he slips them on, he holds out a hand in front of him to judge their appearance. They don't exactly go with his outfit, but they're still probably the most fashionable thing here. Then again, that's not saying much. ]
It's all a bunch of useless junk.
[ With a frown, he adds, ] Whatever happened to cash rewards?