[ If Thentavva says anything else, Astarion can't hear it over the crowd. If he tries to follow, he can't; not only is there a child-shaped wall between him and the two pesky elves who've just cheated him, but they bob and weave through the crowd so quickly that it's impossible to follow them.
Ah, well. What are eleven gold pieces to a man like him? He'll live.
As they make it out onto the street again, Astarion tugs Iorveth into the darkness of an alley just in case, laughing. Playfully, he scolds, ] Now I'm never going to be able to buy those custom boots.
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Ah, well. What are eleven gold pieces to a man like him? He'll live.
As they make it out onto the street again, Astarion tugs Iorveth into the darkness of an alley just in case, laughing. Playfully, he scolds, ] Now I'm never going to be able to buy those custom boots.
[ You know, the thigh-high ones!! ]