[ Astarion tosses the dwarf a wink back before they start to make their way to Thentavva's, grateful for the tip. To the High Road they go, where Astarion spots a small structure between the more towering shops. Unassuming though it might be, it's still Waterdhavian, glamorous in its own way with embellishments of carved stone on the storefront.
He drags Iorveth inside, where he's instantly taken aback by how many fellow shoppers have had the same idea. How dare they! There are people scattered about the crowded interior of the store, some simply admiring the shoes and others trying them on. A young tiefling girl tries on a pair of ballet slippers, to her mother's delight.
His shoulder knocks into a fellow customer, and he gravitates closer to Iorveth, pressing their sides together. ]
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He drags Iorveth inside, where he's instantly taken aback by how many fellow shoppers have had the same idea. How dare they! There are people scattered about the crowded interior of the store, some simply admiring the shoes and others trying them on. A young tiefling girl tries on a pair of ballet slippers, to her mother's delight.
His shoulder knocks into a fellow customer, and he gravitates closer to Iorveth, pressing their sides together. ]
Ah. I suppose you do have a point about cities.
[ They can be claustrophobic at times. ]