[ Astarion doesn't want someone like everyone else, and so it is a bit of a blow, but the squeeze to his hand certainly helps, and so does the sound of strumming lutes and crooning bards.
Fetlock Court is a lovely patch of pavement, glittering just like everything else in Waterdeep. In Baldur's Gate, this place would've been dirty, smelly, and inhabited by murder cultists. In Waterdeep, it's clean, fragrant, with a few well-to-do Waterdhavians milling about. A trio of bards play music in the corner, with a hat in front of them filled with coins. ]
Mm.
[ He knows about how Iorveth feels now, mostly because he's fished for enough compliments to know. What he doesn't know: ]
Did you really think I looked beautiful covered in hook horror guts?
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Fetlock Court is a lovely patch of pavement, glittering just like everything else in Waterdeep. In Baldur's Gate, this place would've been dirty, smelly, and inhabited by murder cultists. In Waterdeep, it's clean, fragrant, with a few well-to-do Waterdhavians milling about. A trio of bards play music in the corner, with a hat in front of them filled with coins. ]
Mm.
[ He knows about how Iorveth feels now, mostly because he's fished for enough compliments to know. What he doesn't know: ]
Did you really think I looked beautiful covered in hook horror guts?