[ "Makes yourselves sparse" is a hilariously rude thing to say to a bunch of kids who just want to fawn over an adventurer's illustrious history. It's also very effective, apparently, seeing as how the halfling (the most sober of the bunch) takes the hint and corrals their companions over to the arm wrestling table, where they debate over which red-faced dwarf will break the stalemate.
Charming. Iorveth downs more of his ale, his noticeably-full pack resting on his lap. ]
You wear the hero's mantle surprisingly well, "Mr. Ancunín".
[ Pressing a palm to Astarion's cheek, trying to feel if Astarion's glass(es?) of wine has elevated his temperature any. ]
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Charming. Iorveth downs more of his ale, his noticeably-full pack resting on his lap. ]
You wear the hero's mantle surprisingly well, "Mr. Ancunín".
[ Pressing a palm to Astarion's cheek, trying to feel if Astarion's glass(es?) of wine has elevated his temperature any. ]
Were you waiting long?