[ Very unnerving, to have a weird old man leer at him with her weird toothy smile. Iorveth frowns, but decides shortly after being treated like collateral, to stonewall her; he easily slips into haughty neutrality－ a stance he assumes in the presence of unkind humans－ albeit with far less hostility.
Granny slips her oil-slick gaze back towards Astarion, though, at his suggestion, which leaves Iorveth free to inspect her shift in expression... or, well. Lack thereof. Her grin stays, and it's not as gormless as Iorveth'd like it to be.
"A cloak? A cloak. So many people asking for cloaks recently! All of them with eyes like yours, sweet little dove. Red, red eyes. Maybe you'd trade me one for a cloak."
Another laugh, this one more unpleasant. Iorveth feels his hackles rise, and puts a hand against the sword at his hip, just in case.
The woman continues: "Something given, something gained. No gold! You give me something of yours, or you do me a favor." Her voice lilts, singsong. "So many people just want to take and take. But you're not like that, are you? Not like the others." ]
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Granny slips her oil-slick gaze back towards Astarion, though, at his suggestion, which leaves Iorveth free to inspect her shift in expression... or, well. Lack thereof. Her grin stays, and it's not as gormless as Iorveth'd like it to be.
"A cloak? A cloak. So many people asking for cloaks recently! All of them with eyes like yours, sweet little dove. Red, red eyes. Maybe you'd trade me one for a cloak."
Another laugh, this one more unpleasant. Iorveth feels his hackles rise, and puts a hand against the sword at his hip, just in case.
The woman continues: "Something given, something gained. No gold! You give me something of yours, or you do me a favor." Her voice lilts, singsong. "So many people just want to take and take. But you're not like that, are you? Not like the others." ]