[ He would not break up with Iorveth for trying to put Waterdhavian Uggs on him, which says something. A lot of somethings. Astarion is in far too deep if he'd ever even consider putting something so hideous on just to make Iorveth happy.

Luckily, he doesn't have to, so his dignity (or what's left of it, anyway) can remain for another day. Astarion reaches out to take the boots in his hands, fingers ghosting over the soft texture of the leather. He does love soft, luxurious things. They're everything he was never allowed to have.

At the mention of the price, Astarion frowns. ]

You know, in Cormyr, this style has already gone out of fashion. Honestly, I'd be doing you a favor to take them off your hands now. What do you say about four gold pieces, hmm?