[ Again, it would be efficient for Iorveth to go out during the day to do some recon away from nightstalking eyes, but Astarion's already made his stance on that clear-- impossibly, his peace of mind is more important than pragmatism, so Iorveth shelves that idea again, alongside him playing bait. ]

Holy water, tribute-searching, and finding a way to get inside the right district. Not nearly as impossible-seeming as our ridiculous journey with the tadpole.

[ Alkam is a big question mark, still, but less imposing than a huge brain with the power to enslave all living creatures in Toril. Manageable, by those standards.

Iorveth scoots closer to Astarion, relaxed and warm, tangling one leg around his. ]

Chin up, hero of Baldur's Gate. What's a lowly vampire lord in front of a spawn who saved the world?

[ Biased, obviously, but still: Astarion is the strongest vampire Iorveth knows. (He doesn't know any other vampire, and that's the point.) ]