[ The woman keeps her sharp, hungry gaze fixed on the both of them until they leave the musty shop in favor of the muggy streets, and Iorveth has to physically wipe himself clean of her when the door clangs closed behind them. Shuddering, he scrapes at his shoulders and torso with his free hand, wicking psychic slobber off of him as if he's just stepped out from the mouth of a giant creature. ]
I half-expected her to unhinge her maw and try to bite my head clean off, [ Iorveth finally manages after a beat, wiping his hand on his trouser leg. ] Unpleasant thing. Not a normal human, by the look and sound of her. We should tread with caution.
[ Now they're stuck "arbitrating" a cold war between a weird old woman and a vampire lord. Great. Athkatla kind of sucks, actually. That said: ]
...Are you alright?
[ Astarion's been antsy and anxious since they woke up early that night, and now he has to contend with someone who likely shares many of Cazador's worst traits and tendencies. Not exactly an ideal situation. ]
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I half-expected her to unhinge her maw and try to bite my head clean off, [ Iorveth finally manages after a beat, wiping his hand on his trouser leg. ] Unpleasant thing. Not a normal human, by the look and sound of her. We should tread with caution.
[ Now they're stuck "arbitrating" a cold war between a weird old woman and a vampire lord. Great. Athkatla kind of sucks, actually. That said: ]
...Are you alright?
[ Astarion's been antsy and anxious since they woke up early that night, and now he has to contend with someone who likely shares many of Cazador's worst traits and tendencies. Not exactly an ideal situation. ]