[ Astarion looks at Iorveth's hand for a moment as if he might turn it down, but unfortunately, he adores holding Iorveth's wonderful, callused hands with his long, nimble fingers. He snatches it up, still frowning but unable to properly punish Iorveth for his transgression. How dare he say mean things while having such a holdable hand.
As they make their way toward the exit of the tavern, the group of adventurers Astarion spent the last couple of hours regaling with (mostly) false tales spots them leaving and waves excitedly. He can hear one saying to the arm-wrestling dwarves, "Those are the heroes who killed the Netherbrain in Baldur's Gate!"
One of the dwarves replies, "Those two? You numbskull." ]
Well, I don't know why you even bothered with me if I'm so—
no subject
As they make their way toward the exit of the tavern, the group of adventurers Astarion spent the last couple of hours regaling with (mostly) false tales spots them leaving and waves excitedly. He can hear one saying to the arm-wrestling dwarves, "Those are the heroes who killed the Netherbrain in Baldur's Gate!"
One of the dwarves replies, "Those two? You numbskull." ]
Well, I don't know why you even bothered with me if I'm so—
[ What had Iorveth said? Oh, right: ]
Indefatigable.