[ Gods. Astarion snorts unflatteringly. Hero of Baldur's Gate. As if. He's been the terror of it for two centuries, quite literally snatching innocents off of the streets and delivering them to his cruel master. Even disregarding that, there's nothing he did before that was even heroic-adjacent. He was selfish and mean, not unlike how he is now. ]
You're ridiculous.
[ Sometimes he worries that Iorveth sees too much good in him. Good that doesn't exist. He's not sure he's ever actually saved anybody from anything. That's the sort of thing Wyll does. He'd be surprised if the Blade of Frontiers weren't rescuing a kitten from up a tree right now. ]
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You're ridiculous.
[ Sometimes he worries that Iorveth sees too much good in him. Good that doesn't exist. He's not sure he's ever actually saved anybody from anything. That's the sort of thing Wyll does. He'd be surprised if the Blade of Frontiers weren't rescuing a kitten from up a tree right now. ]
—But you do make me sound very dashing.