[ Fucking Iorveth. Every single thing that Astarion wants to avoid, Iorveth wants to barrel right into. Astarion would be irritated if he didn't love him so much, but unfortunately he does, Iorveth's ridiculous persistence included. A mirror of Iorveth, he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind one pointy ear. ]
...Fine.
[ If Iorveth had, in fact, gone to the north while Astarion visited Athkatla, he'd probably have spent the next tenday gearing himself up for this. It's ridiculous that Iorveth's fear was something happening to him; he should have been worried about nothing happening.
An unnecessary deep breath, and Astarion approaches the odd, crooked building. It looks a bit run-down, and Astarion wonders just how long the shop—or museum, maybe, or collection—has been around.
He raps his knuckles against the door once, twice. ]
Excuse me, [ he calls through the door. ] I know it's after hours, but our sparkling company will surely make up for it.
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...Fine.
[ If Iorveth had, in fact, gone to the north while Astarion visited Athkatla, he'd probably have spent the next tenday gearing himself up for this. It's ridiculous that Iorveth's fear was something happening to him; he should have been worried about nothing happening.
An unnecessary deep breath, and Astarion approaches the odd, crooked building. It looks a bit run-down, and Astarion wonders just how long the shop—or museum, maybe, or collection—has been around.
He raps his knuckles against the door once, twice. ]
Excuse me, [ he calls through the door. ] I know it's after hours, but our sparkling company will surely make up for it.