[ Astarion, ever the underthinker, doesn't consider the pros and cons at all. Cut off some random man's hand? Sure! As long as it gets him the cloak, he'd cut off several hands. He opens his mouth so say as much, but then she utters the name Mrel Alkam. ]
Ah.
[ (Stupid name. He hates it.)
He deflates in an instant, his fire extinguished. Fuck. Killing and de-handing any old man is one thing, but a vampire—a true vampire, a vampire lord—is another. Astarion is no one's spawn anymore, but he's still a spawn with a quarter of the power of a true vampire, if that. Besides, if Alkam is anything like Cazador, he'll have his own army of slaves to contend with. At least there's no possible way he could turn Astarion again. Iorveth, on the other hand—
Well, that would be impossible, because he'd never let that happen, so there's no point in even thinking about it.
A moment of hesitation. His gaze wanders to Iorveth, uncertain. ]
...Of course, that would be trivial for adventurers such as ourselves. Wouldn't it, darling?
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Ah.
[ (Stupid name. He hates it.)
He deflates in an instant, his fire extinguished. Fuck. Killing and de-handing any old man is one thing, but a vampire—a true vampire, a vampire lord—is another. Astarion is no one's spawn anymore, but he's still a spawn with a quarter of the power of a true vampire, if that. Besides, if Alkam is anything like Cazador, he'll have his own army of slaves to contend with. At least there's no possible way he could turn Astarion again. Iorveth, on the other hand—
Well, that would be impossible, because he'd never let that happen, so there's no point in even thinking about it.
A moment of hesitation. His gaze wanders to Iorveth, uncertain. ]
...Of course, that would be trivial for adventurers such as ourselves. Wouldn't it, darling?