[ The tiefling woman squeaks in surprise, and her friends gasp a little. It's easy to believe someone without an eye is 'violent and deranged'. You don't lose an eye from sitting around knitting, after all.
"That's not what Astarion— er—" ]
Mr. Ancunín, thank you.
[ No one in the world calls him Mr. Ancunín, but it is fun to bully her a little.
"—Right, um, Mr. Ancunín said you were a gallant hero. He said you freed a whole forest of elves, too!" ]
And what else did I say?
[ "Um," the woman says, scratching her chin. Luckily, her halfling friend chimes in:
no subject
"That's not what Astarion— er—" ]
Mr. Ancunín, thank you.
[ No one in the world calls him Mr. Ancunín, but it is fun to bully her a little.
"—Right, um, Mr. Ancunín said you were a gallant hero. He said you freed a whole forest of elves, too!" ]
And what else did I say?
[ "Um," the woman says, scratching her chin. Luckily, her halfling friend chimes in:
"You said he was handsome!" ]
Oh, good job. A gold star for you.