[ It doesn't take long to find him. He's seated at a table with three adventurers—if one can call them that; they look terribly green—and an excessive amount of ale (for them, of course; Astarion is drinking wine). He talks animatedly to his audience, who look on with wide eyes while they sway drunkenly. Upon spotting Iorveth, he calls, ] Darling! Over here!

[ Then, to the adventurers at his table: ] This is who I was telling you about.

[ A tiefling woman looks up at Iorveth with big eyes. "Did you really singlehandedly slay a Netherbrain and save the world?" ]

—Well, not singlehandedly. I was there, too, you know.

[ A little offended. He's happy to erase the entire city of Baldur's Gate's contributions, but not his own! ]

My new friends here would like to make a donation to our heroic cause. You know, travelling around, saving lives, that sort of thing.