[ Ooh, the Scepter District. Fancy. It's no wonder Cazador kept in contact with him; he always coveted everything rich and gaudy. Astarion can't resist rolling his eyes at the thought of Cazador seething with jealousy over this Mrel Alkam.

He watches the woman grin her unnerving grin at Iorveth for a moment, then reaches out to wrap a hand around his forearm. ]

Well, the early bird gets the, ah, hand. We had better get going and start planning.

[ With a gentle tug, he starts to steer Iorveth out of the building. ]

We'll be back soon! Do clean the lint off those cloaks for me.