[ Astarion forces out a laugh. It isn't funny at all, actually, but he hopes it's just that: a joke. She's a collector of magical curios, but at the end of the day, she's only an old woman. Hardly a threat.
He gravitates toward the glass wardrobe, peering curiously inside. Which of these, he wonders, is the cloak they're after? It would be too much to ask, he supposes, for it to have DAYLIGHT CLOAK embroidered on it. If only he knew, he could come back when the old biddy is gone and try his luck at the padlock.
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What do you say, ten gold for a cloak? That's very reasonable, I think.
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[ Astarion forces out a laugh. It isn't funny at all, actually, but he hopes it's just that: a joke. She's a collector of magical curios, but at the end of the day, she's only an old woman. Hardly a threat.
He gravitates toward the glass wardrobe, peering curiously inside. Which of these, he wonders, is the cloak they're after? It would be too much to ask, he supposes, for it to have DAYLIGHT CLOAK embroidered on it. If only he knew, he could come back when the old biddy is gone and try his luck at the padlock.
Instead: ]
What do you say, ten gold for a cloak? That's very reasonable, I think.