essea: (57.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-04-21 11:51 pm (UTC)

[ A beat, followed by a long, low sigh. ]

Beloved. Don't make me want to kiss you here.

[ In witness of all these strangers that Iorveth kind of wants to hiss at. As he says so, they step into a wider main street that scoops through the nicest portion of the area, the one that eventually leads to the guarded entrance to the Scepter District: there are, in fact, fancy boutiques and jewelers on either side of the path, enticing the well-to-do to make one last purchase before they're admitted in (or rejected; according to Gale, the Scepter District is even more heavily-guarded than the Upper City of Baldur's Gate).

Opulent gowns and glittering accessories sit pretty behind glassfront stores; a few yards away, the inn they're meant to stay in stands tall above the others around it, an impressive four-story building decorated by violet pennants meant to symbolize refinement and money.

Iorveth can certainly kiss Astarion in there, unless Astarion wants to take a look at all this stuff. Iorveth is amenable, as long as Astarion can stand being Looked At Slightly Impolitely by Iorveth.
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