[ Gale is ridiculous. Too kind. Perhaps trying too hard to stay in their good graces, afraid that if he doesn't lavish them with gifts and assistance that he'll lose his hard-won friends. He wouldn't, of course, but Astarion feels less guilty than he should for taking advantage of Gale's very probable insecurity if it means getting to lounge in a place like this.
Turning to the halfling: ]
Get lost.
[ Haughty enough that he fills the role of Master Blackmane, wealthy and imperious. The halfling woman looks a little taken aback, but after a moment of silence, she bows out. His elven ears do, however, pick up on her muttering on the way out.
Too bad he doesn't care. He drops his pack by the door and moves to rid Iorveth of his pack, too, sliding the straps down his arms. ]
no subject
Turning to the halfling: ]
Get lost.
[ Haughty enough that he fills the role of Master Blackmane, wealthy and imperious. The halfling woman looks a little taken aback, but after a moment of silence, she bows out. His elven ears do, however, pick up on her muttering on the way out.
Too bad he doesn't care. He drops his pack by the door and moves to rid Iorveth of his pack, too, sliding the straps down his arms. ]
Mm, Master Blackmane. Very sexy.