[ Please, let it be laundry. Unfortunately, Granny clasps her clawlike hands on her lap, and offers:
"If you could give me the hand of a thieving gentleman caller who's been bothering Granny lately, Granny will give you any cloak you want in my shop."
A very normal request from a very normal old woman, except it totally isn't. Iorveth's remaining eye narrows, his overactive mind pouring over the terms laid out to them, going over the pros and cons of the proposal.
(Pros: Iorveth doesn't give a shit about killing a vampire and taking its hand if it'll get Astarion his cloak. Cons: literally everything else.)
While Iorveth mulls over the potential consequences of their future choices, Granny appends: "his name is Mrel Alkam－ a nasty little rat who keeps nibbling at my things. He's sent a few of his mean-faced lackeys to sniff around, but they all learned how to be polite in the end." ]
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"If you could give me the hand of a thieving gentleman caller who's been bothering Granny lately, Granny will give you any cloak you want in my shop."
A very normal request from a very normal old woman, except it totally isn't. Iorveth's remaining eye narrows, his overactive mind pouring over the terms laid out to them, going over the pros and cons of the proposal.
(Pros: Iorveth doesn't give a shit about killing a vampire and taking its hand if it'll get Astarion his cloak. Cons: literally everything else.)
While Iorveth mulls over the potential consequences of their future choices, Granny appends: "his name is Mrel Alkam－ a nasty little rat who keeps nibbling at my things. He's sent a few of his mean-faced lackeys to sniff around, but they all learned how to be polite in the end." ]