[ Iorveth, the least shy man in the world, who chose a dressing room in a boutique after being attacked by cultists to get horny. He's the farthest thing from being a prude, but he's far more mindful of Astarion's comfort levels than his own; Astarion's endured two centuries of being perceived in terms of the physical, and Iorveth doesn't want to perpetuate it.
So. Towards the inn they go, which is delightfully (?) decorated in royal purples. 'The Crown Jewel', the establishment calls itself proudly, with violet velvet curtains and violet upholstery and violet-uniformed staff. The whole place smells faintly of lavender. There's a theme.
Greeted by a cheery halfling dressed head to toe in dark plum, Iorveth gives her their name, "Blackmane", and watches as she dips into a deep bow to indicate reverence. "Of course, we've been exepcting you, Master Blackmane..." A quick glance towards Astarion, and then: "...And of course, you as well, Master Blackmane."
She's made an assumption, and she can't back down from it now. Before they can get a word in edgewise, she hurriedly leads them up, up, up the stairs and to their suite, which occupies the entire fourth floor. Extremely overkill, but it also apparently cost Gale nothing thanks to his connections at Blackstaff. (Wizards are the worst, in Iorveth's opinion.)
The halfling gives Iorveth the keys to the castle, and asks if they need a tour of their room (a living room, two bedrooms, a giant bathroom with a miniature pool instead of a tub, a half-office). His answer is a crisp, blunt: ] No.
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So. Towards the inn they go, which is delightfully (?) decorated in royal purples. 'The Crown Jewel', the establishment calls itself proudly, with violet velvet curtains and violet upholstery and violet-uniformed staff. The whole place smells faintly of lavender. There's a theme.
Greeted by a cheery halfling dressed head to toe in dark plum, Iorveth gives her their name, "Blackmane", and watches as she dips into a deep bow to indicate reverence. "Of course, we've been exepcting you, Master Blackmane..." A quick glance towards Astarion, and then: "...And of course, you as well, Master Blackmane."
She's made an assumption, and she can't back down from it now. Before they can get a word in edgewise, she hurriedly leads them up, up, up the stairs and to their suite, which occupies the entire fourth floor. Extremely overkill, but it also apparently cost Gale nothing thanks to his connections at Blackstaff. (Wizards are the worst, in Iorveth's opinion.)
The halfling gives Iorveth the keys to the castle, and asks if they need a tour of their room (a living room, two bedrooms, a giant bathroom with a miniature pool instead of a tub, a half-office). His answer is a crisp, blunt: ] No.