Well, of course. Other undead would eat you sooner than the owlbear would.
[ Just look at the way Petras practically drooled at the sight of him. The memory still rankles, both from a rational perspective—Iorveth doesn't deserve to be treated that way—and from an emotional, caveman-like one—that's Astarion's snack Petras was licking his chops at. ]
I hope Petras didn't annoy you too much.
[ He really hopes that the way Petras spoke about him didn't upset him, but part of him feels like Iorveth might laugh in his face at the suggestion that any of Astarion's siblings could ever upset him. Lions don't value the opinions of sheep, after all. ]
You're— well, I suppose you are a bit of a blood bag. [ A cherished blood bag. ] But you certainly aren't 'just food'.
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[ Just look at the way Petras practically drooled at the sight of him. The memory still rankles, both from a rational perspective—Iorveth doesn't deserve to be treated that way—and from an emotional, caveman-like one—that's Astarion's snack Petras was licking his chops at. ]
I hope Petras didn't annoy you too much.
[ He really hopes that the way Petras spoke about him didn't upset him, but part of him feels like Iorveth might laugh in his face at the suggestion that any of Astarion's siblings could ever upset him. Lions don't value the opinions of sheep, after all. ]
You're— well, I suppose you are a bit of a blood bag. [ A cherished blood bag. ] But you certainly aren't 'just food'.