[ Ugh. Iorveth rocks backwards in his chair, the opposite of Astarion's forward lean, with the chair's front legs lifting. Displacing weight and balancing, gracefully but precariously. ]
Bartering in order to barter. A sorry state of affairs.
[ He gestures to the breadth of himself with very little ceremony. ]
What do you think an elf like me has to offer?
[ His bow is the closest thing he has to something important, but not only is he reticent to part with it, he needs it if he wants something to fight with. Not exactly good collateral material. ]
no subject
Bartering in order to barter. A sorry state of affairs.
[ He gestures to the breadth of himself with very little ceremony. ]
What do you think an elf like me has to offer?
[ His bow is the closest thing he has to something important, but not only is he reticent to part with it, he needs it if he wants something to fight with. Not exactly good collateral material. ]