[ The touch is nice― it makes Iorveth wonder about Astarion's current state and if he's feeling slightly better, but bringing it up will probably muddy those waters again. Best just to be mindful without walking on eggshells. ]

Presumably, she'll want to trade one old artefact for another.

[ So no, no crocheting supplies. (Killjoy.) A slight frown, and Iorveth sits back in his chair, licking crumbs off his thumb as he considers. ]

We could defer to Gale on what he would consider a good exchange for a magical cloak, but it does boil down to a matter of taste. We could offer the woman a pot that boils water into gold, but be rejected if she doesn't find it interesting.

[ Ugh. Iorveth loathes uncertainties; it shows. ]